His deep hazel eyes,
                     That are full of
                             LIES
Pain and torment, that is hiding behind his
                          SMILES
Wishing for another, someone to call his
                            OWN
     But inlove with his best friend,
     Who he secretly stalks at home
                         HURT
                            &
                      BETRAYED
   That his other half has found another,
    Meditating on this he gives up and says
                 "WHY BOTHER"
                   Life is full of ****,
So he puts on one of those perfect,believing
                          SMILES
              ­  And pretends to be
                        HAPPY
       While slowly losing the love of his
                       LIFE……                  
                                  
                                        

Knowing this person was an amazing gift I've received from life,
But what makes it cruel and hurtful is that I cannot be his love and his wife....


Imperfect Desire **

The calm before the storm
Born again in new form

Our destruction
Comes from within
No matter how often
We say never let it end

So used to the goodbyes
And all the hidden lies
Keeping secrets behind your beautiful eyes
Crying silent but meaningful cries

But if we keep our eyes
On the prize
And never say our goodbyes
Gone forever will be the cruel and silent cries

When we do this well
There is nothing I wouldn't do
This love I want to keep
I will always come back to you

So let's do this right
The end will never be in sight

She stood by the window
Watching the rain pour down
It was as though each drop
That hit the glass and rolled down
Was a short lie
A number of those hitting the window
Before her eyes
Yet in felt as though it was raining inside
The drops left their physical bodies on the glass
And their souls proceeded to become one with her
The cold of the floor going through her feet in to her legs
The teacup in her hand is empty
She analyzes the beautiful blue pattern
Looks like something a sweet elderly lady would have in her cuboard
On the bottom it says "made in England"
A snort of derision and dry smile
As she turns away from the rain
She catches a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror
She shortly runs her finger by the deep wrinkles mocking her on her face
Age meant nothing to her, they were not enemies
She smiled at her age
It had no power here