I thought that I should write you a poem;
About you and your love,
But then, I thought that I should not tell them
About your soul and its misterious cove.
I thought that I should describe the way your eyes lit up
Whenever you thought about his pressence,
I thought that I should find a map
For you to discover all his essence.
But then again, I thought that he only to you should belong,
'Cause this little secret might turn the things right or wrong.
My mind and my soul wisely whispered to me to keep you and your love apart,
'Cause sharing a story might also break a heart...
Might break the soul that wanted to hide
And now it is exposed to the world wide.
Your passion was a lock,
That didn't want to be a part of the game of mock;
So you chose my person as a key
And revealed everything to me.
Revealed your every thought and every feel,
Letting me see how ill
In love you were with him,
And that for you, everything was just a dream.
A dream of wonders and a wonder from a dream,
Making it all seem
Like a magical story
Not a reason about to worry.
If the wonder is gone
Then you are done..
'Cause the wonder took it all
And left you lonely behind the reality hard wall.
The wonder drained the passions and the dreams
And traded them for beautiful poisons, it seems...
Beautiful poisons to make you sleep,
To make you forget about how love makes you wip
Your body and your soul
For nothing at all.
The wonder didn't want you awake,
'Cause she was afraid of your emotional earthquake;
And that the earthquake would tear you apart
Leaving nothing to over again start.
The wonder gave and the wonder took,
And wrote everything in a book
That she set on fire
To make the love desire
Fade and dissapear
Till it became only tears and fears.
She made you forget the rose petals lips, the blue eyes and the white skin..
She made you forget your heart's sin,
She made you forget that he was your only one love,
That should have now rested in your heart's misterious cove.
She made you forgive and forget,
But only to see that your soul met
The darkness of the emptiness,
The saddness of the happiness.
Your mind is now away
And time to time, you play
With the stars and their lights
With the moon and her nights.
You can not cry, you can not scream,
You only are allowed to dream;
And even if he acts in the forgetful play,
Only presented at the end of a long way,
You can still see his dark inked hair, his white skin, his blue eyes and your heart's sin
In between.
-dedicated to Andi Badea (Zyme) for his birthday
