| Countless yearning, Endless churning, I thought you were forgot, And then I realized not, For all I wanted was to hold you How I wish I could have told you, You're all that I desire, Wish for, Hope for, And admire, Someday you shall be mine, And I shall be yours, Together we will love, In our happiness we will thrive, Grow, prosper, and survive, Together we shall dream, And see our efforts teem, The fruits of which we shall harvest, Together we will do our best, And wonder at our joyousness. No matter how strong the bond, Be it blood, Be it friendship, Or pain, Or sorrow, Or happiness and joy, There is someone so close, Yet none will ever know, The feelings deep with in their soul, Or the true thoughts in their head, Or the emotions with in their breast. It takes two to have a relationship, One alone cannot up hold the bond. For a bond is but a tether, And a flimsy one at that, Which can be broken with a word, Or snapped with a look, So that you find yourself standing, Far across a void, A pit of nothingness, Of empty, Unforgiving, Darkness. And unless you both strive and reach out, To touch the other side, And bridge the chasm, You will never again, Regain what may have been. Once I was the one you told your secrets to, I was always the first one who knew, Whispered dreams, And fresh told tales, Hopes and wishes galore! But now all I get, Are stolen minutes of your time, Each to brief in their entirety, Never enough to satisfy, A hunger years old in it's longing. Seventeen summers have I been given to live, And I wonder what the eighteenth may bring. Spring showers and winter storms, New loves, endless heartbreak. Forgotten hopes and shattered dreams, Lay in pieces at my feet. And more than that, The one thing I wish for most, My true hearts companion, My souls other half, The one for whom, Now these four years past, I have faithfully daydreamed of, In endless quantities! In my mind's eye, We built castles in the sky! And one day, Not to far from soon, I hope we join together, And pick up the pieces of my broken dreams, And make that castle one of bricks and clay, One in which our children may play! Yet as suddenly as this hope has sprung up in me, The joy is crushed, My despair is returned, And I sit and cry, Feeling the tears burn. |