You're my first thought in the morning
And last thought before sleep
It's hard to explain to anyone
Why someone would want another so much
And silence, years gone, maybe perhaps I'll give you up
But I persist in fantasy
For I can't tell what's reality
I finally have found something that makes sense to me, and instead I'm being told that the one thing which - despite giving me more signs and certainty than anything in the world, is something that I have to give up
They think that I've moved on
I like to pretend that I'm completely fine, and my anger comes out in other ways
Perhaps I'm losing it, or perhaps I've finally found myself
Is this the kind of thing that turns you on?
I'm suffering without you
And all you do, is pretend to ignore
What's right in front of you
Long lasting love
If you were only brave enough to take it
YOU ARE READING
The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...