I speak less and less
As time goes by
Further you move
With anything that I try
A step closer if I take
You go back a dozen
If I smile, you smile
But there’s no warmth in it
And when I go away
You don’t miss me a bit
It pains me much to see this die
Before my very eyes
And when it dies
If no one cries
It will not surprise me
For I’ve had it once
And I’ve had it more
And I am anything
This will end
When it has to
Today there’s us
Tomorrow, there will be
me and you.
We fight like kids and then we walk away
We love to yell and scream!
Such a wonderful thing to lose, it seems
Our friendship should have saved the day.
I’ve fought a hundred battles, ask my weary bones
All have been for my sake and my sake alone.
But when I fight with you, my dear
It is not for me anymore
I write this lest you may never know I fear
And lest my punctured pride, you may always abhor.
The past holds us all back
You and me alike.
Know this, if love is what you think you lack
We like someone, because; we love them, despite.
But to refute and refuse, you always had a knack
Had you been more aware, this moment we would unite!
It is fair enough that life gives us choices to make
And we all choose what suits us best.
Even though a few hearts it might break
And even to ourselves, it causes much unrest.
It is only fair, now that I see
That we were made polar opposites of each other
For what I want, you claim to have not for me
And what you need, I cannot grant you for free
Now is what I asked for, for now’s the moment to love
And never was what you wanted
So, never, my dear, forever shall be.
When the weary day has gone
and the peaceful night awaits
With the moonlight shining on the window
And the cool winds playing charade
I think of you and I miss you
Even more than in the day I do
And then I hear your voice on the phone
Assuring me that I’m not alone
The noise in the background fades away
We begin to talk, with hardly anything to say
Before long, you start to yawn
Exhausted you are, and so am I
I catch a breath, and oh you’re gone
Before I could even say goodbye!
My mind stays engrossed with the things we say
And more with the things you never talk about
What good am I if I cannot comfort you?
When it makes no difference, if you are with or without
me and my love
What good are our talks, if only of merry times?
When we can’t open up our hearts
trust and say it all
Take my hand, for I care
More than I will ever say
Accept me, and I promise
I’ll be there, come what may.
Who am I to forgive you,
And for what?
For wanting to be happy?
Or for bringing us to naught?
How can you believe that I hate you!
When I promised forever, and otherwise?
You must be a fool, my dear
To not see it in my weary eyes.
Fun and laughter, before and after,
Sought and found, both smiles and cries
What would be 90 days against eternity!
Oh! in love, a moment does suffice.
The world may not understand,
May even deem me weird.
But you know, Oh! my Uranian friends,
Rules are meant to be bent, not feared!
That you can read a symphony,
And listen to a book,
Earn a friend, not money,
And make love while you cook!
The words are mine but the message comes from the OOber Galaxy uttered by an angel we’ve all known here on earth as Linda Goodman.
I lie in patience
In longing sorrow,
Mark yesterday become
today and tomorrow.
I seek with love
My joy to come,
Patient like a dove
Hidden in blossom.
I long to love
The worthy one,
Squaring in style
My forlorn sun.
If this be fruitless
No one’ll I ever love,
Not the devil from below
Nor the angel from above.
There she stood, silent and calm,
Looked at me with teary eyes.
She’d wished to know for long,
The reason for the fights and the cries.
She stared at me for long, without pause,
With her eyes, she poured her vulnerable heart.
I’d longed too, to share what was inside,
It was intense and I knew not where to start.
My loving heart had grown cold, icier than ice;
A thousand fiery fires could not have possibly melt,
Nor a million ton of iron could have crushed to see through.
Deeper than the deepest sea of Neptune was felt what was felt.
Wallowing in my oblivion, I’d longed to be understood,
To her, I explained myself, once and twice and thrice.
Who would ever understand my obscure self
When all know the worth of water, all here but ice?