Her brown eyes shine like the sun
Her soul reflects in them as I become undone
Weakened by her voice, or at least what it used to represent
Blessed to have had such memories, even with the overlying resentment
In my head our song plays when we eventually meet
How eventually has turned into nothing, as I admit defeat
How this poem is a requiem, as well as an obituary
To the death of our love, the wake up call of fate
And even as we've never even had a first date, meeting up now would be too late
Must our favorite songs be played at it's cemetery?
Your hands seem soft, at least your photos say so
Your life seems so lonely, or am I projecting?
I miss back when this felt real, and it wasn't infecting
My heart to lie on the spot, defend you like a true attorney
While you carry on with life, as I become a bitter memory
A reminded of better days, when friendship meant all the world
When I was some guy, and you some girl
When kissing you was over the limit
But snuggling felt second nature
Its over, to those reading this I've lied, yet barely at that
She was amazing, even worthy if Being a wife
But life interfered, where love could never reach
And lust disrupted where life experience could never cheat
Forgive me, yourself, even forgive life itself
I wish I could hold your hands, and be there in your cries for help
And be the rock, albeit point less
I wish to be your guide, as you are my reason
I the diary, you the pen
You the rain, I the bucket
I the maestro, you the order less Singer
Never following my instructions, and making me jealous of anyone who calls you "theirs"
I sound like I'm obsessed, I sound like I cling to your image and not yourself
I am... In denial to my love to what was and could have been
It was special, but it could have been real
Had we met sooner or later, would you do the same?
Or would life takes it course as we find love opens doors
I'll never get that answer, and I've bit my tongue to respect your ears
To keep away your fears
I'm sorry that your sorry, that you regret
And had things been different, this piece would have a better ending
Till the universe resets or in the next life... May our feelings rest in peace
Even when mine fight for revival
Let the cemetery rest as you have
Some old poem I wrote at the start of this year,
