Never could I have loved
as deeply as before
the night you left me standing
outside of my own door.
Out of my own mind
reeling critically through time
in the few seconds in forever
that it seemed to take you to leave.
my love for you so strong
I had to do something to demand
my heart not being broken
and so I destroyed my own hand.
Delicately fearful
was how it played in my mind
but the body took action,
its controls harder to find.
Desperation is a motive
stronger than the rest
when we fear that we could lose
the best.
We act out in our rage
you never knew yourself
both of us with desperate irritation
wishing we were not here
wishing we were somewhere else.
Lost within a dreamworld
lost and lost alone,
perhaps will reunite one day
if only through a telephone.
but you are not a mortal dear,
truly I can see!
I'll meet you one day, sometime else
throughout our immortality.
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