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Inconstant as the summer's breeze,
Your smile makes my heart freeze.
Light, pale, peaceful as the moon,
I wonder, will you be back soon?
Whispered words carried over the still night air,
Leaving cloaked emotions all exposed and bare.
Do you remember all those times together?
It was a lie when you said it would last forever.
It was like as if you really needed me to fall,
If I only knew that you never meant it at all.
Maybe then I wouldn't need to cry,
When I found out that it was all just a lie.
I clung so pathetically to your every word,
I sat there for so long, just waiting to be heard.
I waited so patiently for your next appearance,
It wasn't like I wanted this perseverance.
Erratic as always, you're gone when I need you,
I tell myself all the time, ignore it, it's through.
Yet I'm still here, ready to listen and aid.
But when I call for you, even the echoes fadeā¦
I look around hopefully for a sign of your presence,
And you're still not here, your promises a pretense.
So I've been told, by myself most of the time,
Love is a war, a battlefield, a terrible crime.
It's not good to dream, to believe in things never true.
But nothing can stop the wanting or love I have for you.