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Disenchanted

Disenchanted, disillusioned, now I remember why...
I wanted you to go.
You think of all the bad times.
I think of all the good.
They mean so much to me, as they surely should.
Everything can fall, slowly burn away
For all my dreams they fade, with your last embrace.
The darkness holds me close, talks to me alone.
Is this printed line, is this speaking phone,
a replacement for your love, when you've gone back home?
When nothing else remains, when everything decays.
I know that you need to live through so much more
To see a life unknown, to feel the pain below
But I cannot be here - waiting just for you
Even though it seems, you may never know
When you finally feel this harsh reality
You will call for me, I will not be there.

And I could be so much
To you without this curse
All your blood in me
It seeths a rage - envy
And I cannot abstain
From being close to you
After all this time alone
You are still right here
I feel you in my heart
Empty as can be
this fading sense of loss
and hunger riddles me
a little piece of you
will always be with me
I am there with you
No matter where you go.
Please remember this,
I died with our last kiss.

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