Guest it's true; good guys get it last.
Invested years, four or more passed and even though I got a feel of how it felt, somehow my flame was left unquenched.
Attempts could only lead to friendship, my heart hurts with pain words can't spell.
Why couldn't I just leave?
How does it haunt me so close shadowing my steps; when all I want is to forget?
The bridge breaks, leaving just the landscape, we steer and ignore while still taking in the portrait.
When I caught you, you were just a snowflake; fragile I thought you would break.
I'll be wild but tame in your company; never thought I'd lose you so clumsily.
Never wanted time to fly by hastily, it seems to be driven out the love you once had for somebody.
Too old to be playing hide and seek; seeking your feelings when there's no keeping, hiding the pain only when I'm asleep.
Hiding behind your wall....
I'm hiding my pain, though inside there's a ball.
I pretend not to care watching each other steer knowing the bridge has broken and it's too difficult to construct stairs.
Watching the past and how long our happiness had last is the only future thing now we'll still own in the future, our past.
YOU ARE READING
ME!!!
PoetryDear: journal Thanks for the pages you share, for my pen and pencils to tear scribbling without care of your feelings. Thanks for always being there to collect my pain, doubt and sorrows. Done by: L.A.E (c) All Rights Reserved
