I’m up every night,
always have something to write
My mind won’t go to rest,
Overwhelmed with emotions,
I really must confess

So I pick up a pen and paper,
to hopefully move on to the next chapter,
Finally writing for someone new,
instead of clinging to the thoughts,
Of you.

When flowers couldn’t bloom
in the cold winter breeze
Would you blame the icy freeze?
Or the flower that can’t blossom with ease?

Then who is at fault?
If one that fails to meet
the expectations of the other?
When the other only spends
to much time in fantasies hoping that they would end up as lovers?

Nothing in this world is certain
to go always as planned,
So don’t  set your bar too high,
no one could ever reach it,
Reality will only reward you
with disappointments in the end

What a terrible shame

We live in a time
where people would rather live
in solitude and isolation

When all they want
is just someone to hold
and help them through damnation