So hard knowing where I am and where I want to be
Knowing that my heart only stays in my chest when you’re beside me.
That when you’re gone it wanders listlessly, waiting, wishing, yearning.
Staring out a window in my soul hoping you’ll come back to me.
Maybe someday you’ll want me as much as I want you.
Maybe you’ll fight for my time and my love the way you have others’.
For now I’ll sit and wish and wait until my heart can finally be home.
Every morning I shower alone
I wish that you would join me
Until the water runs cold and
We are the steam clinging to the mirrors.
When I dream tonight will it be of you?
A silent mystery of love and light and chance.
Will we dance amongst the stars
Heart to heart
Hand in hand
Until the dawn creeps all to quickly
Over the mountain of pillows, bodies and sheets
To steal away the glory of my dreams
Whisking you into oblivion once again.
Will I wake to find the marks of our love painted across my body
Only to wonder were you really mine?
A thousand tear drops have fallen.
The picture perfect sheet music of her soul ripped once.
Again and again.
Until broken she lies amongst the pieces.
Delicately trying to weave them back together with gossamer threads of dreams that will surely break in the light of day.
Hope’s kaleidosoul of color fragments into a harsh monotony of black and grey as the sobs of a dying heart echo in the night.
A sequined mask deftly plucked into place before day’s birth can illuminate her pain.
A ventriloquist appears to cover the traces of icy dissolution she can no longer hide on her own.
Nothing can erase the haunted shadows nor imitate the light that no longer reaches her lifeless eyes.