oh, the damage to be done to this soul
should the smile be evasive
elusive
feigned
why so unwilling to risk
if the smile not be immediate and sure
and without doubt
i have lost so many
to doubt
i am unwise in the ways of love
convinced that the connection i feel
is a false sign
that you are just being kind
to a lonely soul
what can i do when i fear my words will push you away
rather than pull you in
short of a whispered  'i love you' from your lips
i remain as lost as a glance in the dark

our weeks and weekends were full of light,
your dashing smile and my
shining eyes.

painting our life ahead,
with vivid blues and yellows.

i knew things were going so well,
everything picture perfect,
so well framed on an art gallery
wall.

one dark and stormy night,
a couple of days after another journey
though the gallery,
you ripped the frame off.

your eyes were glasses full of hurt,
your smile slipped off your face,
no vibrancy was painted on you.

i still don't know why you took the painting down,
when so much dedication and time was
put into making art.

i am hurt.
my colours have faded.

the picture unexpectedly went from perfect,
to shreds.
i will never know why.

the artists of this once beautiful painting,
will never create another piece together.

you intrigue me yet
you scare me
you are a mystery and
it intices me but
everytime i look at you
i feel unsure
like you are playing with me.

i feel like i am going back to that state of uncertainty
but i have learned my lesson.

my mind can play tricks on me.
my heart can learn the rules but
my soul ultimately tells
me when to stop playing the game.


D.L.

I guess
if we died in the middle,
I can’t be mourning you after.

I’m still in love with you,
but only when
I’m alone.