Not a single night goes by
That I don't feel the tugging of tears ripping through my eyes.
I feel, believe that you hold her so dear,
"But her's not me", I'd like to yell into your ear.
But the words they quiver at my lips
And fall over the edge and sink like storm-stuck ships.
I know you think it's me and so you aren't to blame,
You see that I am burning and assume that I'm your flame.
I am the drifter who floats through the fog
I still make-believe and I still dream of Prague.
If you aren't right then what's there left?
Of anything but your love, I can be bereft.
You were saying you could not give up on me..
But I'm rocking back and forth like a child with a scraped knee.
The winds are changing and I am breaking.
Aching, from the love that you aren't taking.
Forsaken I feel, no breath remains.
The yelling is ringing and clinging to my veins.
Where are the promises that we both made?
Wearing me out, gently I fade,
Back into the shadows and fields of sharpened blades.
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Ma Chère,
you don't care what I say,
it's not like you'll believe me anyways.
Great, great great.
We're moving forward at an amazing rate.
When I see you I cry, when you're leaving I am die.
Keep me distracted with apple and cherry pie, and please,
return that look in your eye.
The one that was so very special,
the love we had is now unsettled.
No time to cry together is not alright.
But no. We will not give up without a fight.
We will kiss and hug with all our might.
We must. we must we must we must.
For our future together is quickly encroaching.
I will not have the end approaching.
This is only the start.
We hold the future in our hearts.
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