What is this gift, presented on a plate?
A beautiful ship, but I have just ate!
A boy tried to kiss her hand on that night.
But landed just short, and fell from narrow sight.
Tell me why that it seems when it rains, it does pour?
The stars have their plans and I'm grasping for more.
It feels strange to walk alone on this night.
Like the cast of a shadow in a room with no light.
I pause for a while, and gaze up into the sky.
Wanting for the one to share with such a sight.
It reminds me of an evening when the river came alive.
With all the colors of a spectrum, reflected in her eyes.
To the hills in a car driving fast as can be.
The road is my path of which miles comfort me.
Again, I do know that it comes in just surges.
A creature stole her kiss, in response to her urges.
Love and pain seem to come in the strongest of doses.
To have just a little seems like water for the roses.
It feeds them a while, but lacking - they may wilt.
She didn't want to see him, to mask her own guilt.
So now I'll settle for this line of my darkly worded token.
They comfort lonely souls within the verse now just spoken:
How could I just allow such a lovely dream to slip?
"Not you." were the words that danced upon her lips.