Post by darkoneofpower on Sept 25, 2004 21:26:51 GMT -5
How long has been and I am still not over you?
Why did you tread in my world?
Where your foot prints are grass won’t grow. Where you had resided there’s always snow. How come ever path I know go on, is next to a path that we walked on? Why can I still your smiling eyes and lanky body? Each time I take a different road it always leads to yours.
And it’s your road because it had no room for me. Through efforts, and pains, a broken heart and strange pride I could never stay by your side. Yet I find my self longing for you, for your nights, for the punishments that came. I still love you and it hurts me to say.
How could I compete with a shadow for you heart? Why’d you tempt me with her in your heart? I could still smell you… still feel your lips… the safety in your arms. And in my dreams where you first trod… but there I no longer ask for you. There I see friend’s dead and the same, alive and well.
Could be I’m almost over you?
But my heart has no room for another. Their footsteps never match yours. How could a fairy fit in a giant’s print, or a horse in a tigers print? How can a paper become three dimensional, or a pillow produce protection?
Your eyes haunt me so. Still they are laughing. Still they show. In your arms I am enfolded but I see no face, only a mask. You love is mocked and forced by necessity. Your ground was never safety only comfort.
You’re stars are gone now from my sky too. They left light streaks in their flight, now I fill my own sky, vowing never to let another take its place. The stars are red now, theycry at night, I do not want to stand with them. I do not want to reach them. I wait for a dawn, the rising of the sun. A new day in my strange world… A chance to find new ways... Only to have them lead back to you.
(okay, not really a poem, but do you know the feeling?)
Why did you tread in my world?
Where your foot prints are grass won’t grow. Where you had resided there’s always snow. How come ever path I know go on, is next to a path that we walked on? Why can I still your smiling eyes and lanky body? Each time I take a different road it always leads to yours.
And it’s your road because it had no room for me. Through efforts, and pains, a broken heart and strange pride I could never stay by your side. Yet I find my self longing for you, for your nights, for the punishments that came. I still love you and it hurts me to say.
How could I compete with a shadow for you heart? Why’d you tempt me with her in your heart? I could still smell you… still feel your lips… the safety in your arms. And in my dreams where you first trod… but there I no longer ask for you. There I see friend’s dead and the same, alive and well.
Could be I’m almost over you?
But my heart has no room for another. Their footsteps never match yours. How could a fairy fit in a giant’s print, or a horse in a tigers print? How can a paper become three dimensional, or a pillow produce protection?
Your eyes haunt me so. Still they are laughing. Still they show. In your arms I am enfolded but I see no face, only a mask. You love is mocked and forced by necessity. Your ground was never safety only comfort.
You’re stars are gone now from my sky too. They left light streaks in their flight, now I fill my own sky, vowing never to let another take its place. The stars are red now, theycry at night, I do not want to stand with them. I do not want to reach them. I wait for a dawn, the rising of the sun. A new day in my strange world… A chance to find new ways... Only to have them lead back to you.
(okay, not really a poem, but do you know the feeling?)
