Playing with words as a past time |
Lover who loves me… with every fiber of his being. Like a moth, I sit, mouth tightly closed… Whilst words continue to grow in a garden of sweet lies… I do not try and defend myself, as I have struggled so long to let this true love fade and die. Now I set here and Cry. Who Could of known one honest mistake would have bloomed, into this garden of wrong , I lay my soul down to rest and I know upon my lips, his kiss of love shall be eternally missed and in my tomb, I pray for this love to cascade and grace upon another while I slowly Die. Loves Poison bites intensely Breaking a true lovers heart, is a profoundly darkened art... one that hurts deeply in two hearts, that now stand alone in the dark. One wondering why and the other living only to die. Praying for a falling star to drift down from the sky, wishing to look into true loves eyes asking one final question of Why? Me Was, I the cause... Did I forget to remind you of my love? I don’t understand, why things ended this way… I loved you through it all, I believed in the, “You and I.” I knew in my soul we had found the road to true loves destiny. A life full of fairy-tales and living out our fantasy, where love forever "Lies". |