What I Thought
We had a fiery rage called passion,
An inferno of flames called love,
And happiness, brighter than a brand-new light-bulb.
What happened?
I'm not even a friend anymore, just a memory,
Of some annoying, love-struck girl,
A past you would like to erase,
Prefer to keep hidden.
Our love is like a flying penguin now,
It just isn't possible.
My pain is deeper than the lowest ocean,
But somehow ignored.
You seem as if you care,
Inside, it's only for yourself.
Perhaps it was always this way?
I fooled myself, saying it was true,
Until I reached my limit and said, "We're through."
I found out your true colours then,
And only cried some more,
Because it was then I realized,
You're still the one I trust the most.
~ Rose Pond
