The Beginning

Beginning
By: Annette Jones

Crying tears of sadness
My soul filled with pain.
Somehow wondering will things ever be the same.
Remembering the way it feels.
The way my soul would light up knowing that,
We were something real.
The way your hands touch me would make me feel safe.
I knew everything would be okay.
Now it is different were both battered and scared.
Our souls hold little or no hope at all.
We now hate each other for wanting it to end. 
Knowing that now could never be like the beginning.
Loving you feel so vain, heart torn, no words to explain.   
Knowing that good is gone.
Loving anyway with no bridges burned.
Broken dreams and shattered hopes.
We are trying to make it through another day, keeping a float anyway.
We are both praying for peace, holding regrets.
We are now holding on to harmful words that we once said.
We are now looking back on our trial past.
Judging our relationship, we once had.
Were we something real?
Was we ever meant to be,
On the other hand, was it just an illusion that only we wanted to see.
My mind is saying pain.
My heart is saying love.
I am still trying to follow my heart.
I am hoping that my mind will rise above.
I need you to make me feel that everything is okay.
You are so distant but I am reaching anyway.
Even though question, and our feelings of this nature is on the line.
However, deep inside me knowing we are both blind.
For better or for worst until death do we part?
Words I once spoke that came from the heart.
I am holding on and will never give up.
Somehow longing for that beginning.
Never wanting to see or feel the ending.
Poetic