Sometimes, in the mornings, when I see the light,
I think of you, as a lover often might.
But I get up and realize you absence,
Not just your missing presence,
And the lonesomeness I feel is deep-rooted,
Always reminding me, that whatever love I feel is one-sided.
The miles between us, not only physical,
But the miles between our emotions keep me feeling cynical.
Our hearts as far apart as Paris and South Africa,
Your treatment of my adoration as cold as Antarctica.
But I still harbor a hope of change,
Maybe one last miracle, one last conversation.
But I grow weary and you grow farther away,
And I lose hope for that one fateful day
When you might comeback, see me again,
Miracles might happen, and my heart will mend.
Camz
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Sometimes, in the mornings, when I see the light,
I think of you, as a lover often might.
But I get up and realize you absence,
Not just your missing presence,
And the lonesomeness I feel is deep-rooted,
Always reminding me, that whatever love I feel is one-sided.
The miles between us, not only physical,
But the miles between our emotions keep me feeling cynical.
Our hearts as far apart as Paris and South Africa,
Your treatment of my adoration as cold as Antarctica.
But I still harbor a hope of change,
Maybe one last miracle, one last conversation.
But I grow weary and you grow farther away,
And I lose hope for that one fateful day
When you might comeback, see me again,
Miracles might happen, and my heart will mend.
Camz
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