And someday I will hear the tides that crash upon your shore their distant song will call to me but I will remain marooned stranded on the ocean of your eyes because for you I would gladly leave eternity behind.
Would it make any difference if I stood in a field of clover beneath a velvet sky studded with stars that glowed with delight and swayed to the music of the rhythms of the night?
Would you believe that this magik was made for you and I?
When you finally realise that all your precious rhymes were wasted on flitting butterflies you'll walk away embittered, lonely, and out of time with nothing but fading memories like a phantom limb of the heat that comes from that someone else's hand in yours.
And so it was a boy of twenty too old to know better but too young to know any less fastened together by bits of broken glass like an armour of shrapnel reflecting light a prism of sound shattering the empty silence because if they were afraid to change than he was the boy with the eyes of a last child who was afraid of not changing and there's one thing I hope he never forgets that life should be lived without regrets.
I shadow boxed my demons busted knuckles and bloodied grin and these hands I cried rivers into have all but dried, I argued every point till I was empty inside a shadow within myself but I won't fight a losing battle just to prove that love does exist I learnt to live and she was the girl who learnt to leave.
When you left you stole the silence from my bed and vulnerable petals fell like penance from my eyes as crashing waves tossed my broken heart upon an ocean of bitter tears.