so they say.
When the heartache comes, it is there to stay... for a minute, a while;
Until it is ready to leave, it continues to stroll along;
Shaking perceptions I thought I believed.
I know that time does heal all wounds,
But the journey to recapture a heart lost??
Will I forget about you soon... enough, I tell myself.
This is another form of prose all together;
One that's best tucked away and allowed to weather,
To sit and brood, and then to mellow.... Alas!
Moments stolen, thinking of you...
Night turns into day... over and over, rolling through my head they play.
Used and worn cliches dispersed like candy from friends and family...
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained'.
But at what cost do we explore this anomaly?
Let time take it's stead; it will slip away, fading from memory.
But yet I find, moments gone by, ruminate in succession;
Each one, leaving me never to be the same,
Taking it's toll on my heart, showing your lasting impression.
Quiet moments shared, long admiring stares,
Inside jokes, evenings of music's latest, greatest and even faded.
Passionate, heated, blissful memories of time and space,
Sweet nectar you were to my taste,
Feeling the love within a touch, an embrace.
Searching for answers that I have yet to find,
But somehow feeling blessed from your grace of presence in time.
Rocking my foundation, I stepped out in faith;
Only to realize it was surely a mistake.
Why do we torture ourselves so?
Gambling our heart, to win a moment in love's glow?
Yet continuing to sign up and play the game,
You take the cards you're dealt.
Life is best when it is fully lived and felt,
Chances are always going to be 50/50... iffy, at best.
Gambling again, putting up with love's test.
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