As my love for you seeps away,
As I lie here with nothing to say,
And all this time,it fly's by,
My heart grows smaller,and starts to die,
The vision of you,it starts to loose its touch,
My heart is big for you,
now not so much,I'm loosing love,gaining nothing,
I thought mylove for you,was acually something,
Feeling sorrow, but I cant admit it,
Here in solitude,thinking about it,
I'm not absorbing hate,
But I'm starting to believe somthing called fate.
Even though I just said all this stuff,
Im going to still love you,
but just not as such.
Bad things can happen to great friends,
for a moment their I felt as if my soul had to decend.
Now I'm feeling the letting off of sympathy,
and my soul coming to harmony,
but I still dont know why you were starting to feel,far from me.
Now as I open my eyes,
I see that nothing is intentional,
and how love can seem so non-fictional.
Love really gets to some people,
But to me it seems 2 dimensional,
Like ones real and the other is unbelieviable,
Love can control what we have,
believe it or not its decieviable.
But as I stumble on this path,
I soon began to relize that its always pleadable.
A scar on the heart, a **** on love,
And how it can cross ones heart,
And leave a cruel and happy story of true art,
From people of true parts,
That soon come together,
In the mixed emotions of bad weather.
Youngsecret Poetry © Johnathan Crutchfield