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I can't touch you
By time and space
I can't kiss you
Or feel the whiskers on your face
I can't make love with you
That part, aches
But for your heart
I'd do whatever it takes
Fate is so cruel
Because of that, I cry
But I'm going to keep you
In the folds of my eternity,
the blue of my sky
For Josh
They say love is blind
for it's only now the truth do I find
that you are with someone else
because of your ill health
and yet I have only been loyal
so our relationship I didn't spoil
but you were willing to give it up
to drink from someone else's cup.

Was it because I wasn't good enough?
or just because you didn't want my love?
I would have done anything
just to call you mine
I stood by you through everything
and yet still with someone else you choose to dine.

Well I hope he loves you as much as me
for its only through my eyes could he see
how deep are your scars
but still remain as beautiful as you are
I hope he chooses not to fleet
once he gets you between the sheets
for your worth more than any precious gem
to give away yourself so cheap.

Which is why I still try to defend
your very soul
still pray for you every night
still play my role
even though you remain out of sight
I still try to be so kind
still think of you as mine
because love really is so blind.
Originally Written: 04/06/2014
Fear settles beneath these eyes
Taking colours not in distant forms of night
Plain as day, a generous cup of wishes
but easily an indecisive storm
For the clouds to spread, for the rain to have mercy, a chance all I seek
Ease this heart that ceased to beat
A mind that refuses peace
And ease this spirit that trembles endlessly
A chance I plead
Fail me twice, please not again
Turn for me and lift
So I may see
The face of the stranger
A father I have missed but never knew exists
What are the odds of children growing up, not knowing who their real parents are? Abused by their stepfathers (or stepmother) most of their lives, thinking they're the real deal and wondering why they were so despised by him. Only to find out years later, (when you've just graduated "teenage years" and now a full fledged working adult), that the reason he hates you, is because  to him... you're a ******* child.

Suddenly I'm a little girl again, letting curiosity get the best out of me and reach back to a stranger who failed too many times to grab my hand.
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