At a glance
I saw a gigantic figure swaying
Stopped to watch it vanish
At glance it became my lost friend

I was taken a back to childhood
In childhood games hide and seek
But now fully grown with influence
Moving melodically with my fiancé

So not of same nature frail in solitude
God our maker with lots of gratitude
Later we were sailing in the boat of grace
Celebrating in the same boat of life fragrance
©CathyDevan

I run away when things are good,
I never really understood,
The way you laid your eyes on me,
In ways that no one ever could,
And so it seems I broke your heart,
My ignorance has struck again,
I failed to see it from the start,
And tore you up till the end.

There was a time when each drop of her tear fell on my shoulder
Each paragraph of hers started with me and ended with me
I was her hapiness and I was her sadness
Now I hear there are different characters to entertain her evenings and me ??? Well me ,now I am just the forgotten character of her story !!!

Way down here
Where screams are common
The people shiver with cold
Way down here in the darkness below
People listen to the Shaman

Everyone is locked up in a cell
Everyone in his own
Here is a place where they are all alone
The place where evil calls home

In this prison the people cry
For a redeemed to come and save
But so far they only here
The mocking voice of the Shaman
"Soon you'll see your grave"

The people are are locked
Inside despair
As the Shaman laughs
And casts his glare

He chants a few words
And pain arcs through your bone
The Shaman cackles and smirks
As he sits on his dungeon throne

It's funny how much louder and more hurtful silence can be than words..

Or how something that meant so much now means so little..

And how quickly distance grows between even the closest of friends..

And isn't it funny, how it isn't funny at all..

Enthralled by your majesty
I fell to my knees
And that was exactly
Where you wanted me

For through wars with no end
I would of treversed for my king
Even with no voice
For you I could sing

Of our battles and scars
I still had no woes
Even when peiced
By their swords and bows

For I was the Lanelot
To you, my king Arthur
But too, a maiden in love
Though clad in armor

Yet now I am nothing
Blown away with the breeze
A memory once strong
Forgotten with ease

I know now with sadness  
My pedestal was false
Just a seat for your toy,
A doll with no pulse

Yes it is clear now
My significance a lie
Crafted by an enslaved man
A "king" on high

I used to think that you were a true friend.
You lied to me and said you'd be there till the end.
People change, but not always for the better,
We grew apart, I thought of you as my sister.
You told lies about me, things I never did say,
I was always nice to you, never mean in any way.
Why do you always have to insult me to no end?
I can't believe I actually used to call you my best friend.

I cannot replace you!
I cannot.
I have tasted your mind,
so similar to mine.
And I cannot forget the taste,
for darling,
you have ruined me for every single person
that enters my life after
you so dramatically exited.
I know you have changed,
and I have too.
You have become more than your sadness,
while I have covered myself with
hobbies and hope to hide from
this infinite sadness.
I miss you terribly.
You were always the strong one.
And I was left in the ruins when you
took with you the pieces that were
holding me together.
You never even said goodbye...
*Was I not worth a goodbye?