To what extent will wonders cease?
They fail to bloom, fail to please.
When I have folded every last crease,
Heāll be flown like a flock of geese.
He sees not tears in these brown eyes,
Feels no sorrow for our goodbyes.
I fear heāll someday break our ties,
And leave naught but deceit and lies.
Who can tell why loves goes away,
Why yesterday is not today?
Who wants to live that darkening day
When for our lives, the price weāll pay?
We have just hit a milestone-
I gave a secret of my own.
To you, from my lips it has flown
To be read in your baritone.
Your voice is music to my ears
Through the silence, through all my tears-
Youāre the sole my conciousness hears
As the time that we reunite nears.
I wonder what will happen then-
Will we kiss? Or be apart again?
I guess Iāll just have to pretend
That no love there will be there to defend.
His eyes block out all that is wrong,
Brown irises sing their own song.
A song of love, forever long,
That shows his heart, where I belong.
But yet, he says there is someone,
Who he does love more than the sun.
I thought that I had finally won
But yet my work has only begunā¦
And now my heart in hell does burn.
It seems that I shall never learn.
I watch couples kiss at the stearn
And know that now, itās not my turn.
I hear him laugh, I watch him smile,
They make me wish heād stay awhile.
Instead, I choke down bile
And watch my tears fall onto cracked tile.
Nothing is broken, Nothing whole;
The price of loveās a heavy toll.
It takes your all, leaves you a troll
To go home crying to your dark knoll.
A poem that is part of a larger one that I just recently unearthed, written about someone I should not have wasted my time on.