I see not much of a difference
Except the passing of time and age
Nothing has altered my mind in love
Then you strayed,
Now you stray again
Yet, I was held in utter deep contempt
I consider it a gift
For I know it is what I would always get
In your search for an exact altruistic inverse
You riddled my soul,
Rid me of the love
I held for the self
And all I have now are memories of your cherry red lips
They lied so much,
To me then,
To yourself now
Yet I so solemnly yearn,
to drown in those sounds,
lies be it,
yet in your voice
Like a loom they spin so many tales
They hurt, Only me
So I reach out,in intermittence
Yet knowing it can, and only you can,
As the sun set last eve
When you spoke to me last
You now know, I have had love, absolute, unfathomable
So for such I shall bind, and let you be
be in peace as you wish,
I shall not intrude, and reduce myself,
At best to be an acquaintance
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