I could cry,
but even if I kept at it, the truth will never be a lie,
I could say I can hide,
but no amount of style can mask this gaping hole of mine…
I feel like a victim of time,
An offender being punished by karma for crime,
I am the product of fate’s parody, the unwanted, a malady,
I am the anomaly after the tragedy,
You were crushed before, and hearts before yours I tore, so life decided I deserve to face the melody.
Shall I be fine?
Who knows, I highly doubt it but I’m hardly divine,
Did I most certainly hope one day you would be mine?
NO, for even if you gave me all of you and I me, your spirit could never be confined,
All I could ever hope for and want, was to see you smile, be the light to my life so blind…
Carry all of me with you AMME,
that you may remember I was there entirely,
that you may lay down your yolk and accept the fact that you’re unchained, when it becomes reality,
that you may know I have never had to wait from a distance, but in this instance feel inclined to trust you’ll find clarity,
And I, I most certainly hope my dreams about being with you become verities,
and that I’ll eventually argue about whether to call you “AMME” or “baby”,
and you’ll laugh hysterically as I feed you omelette du fromage each morning,
wander away into a world of dreams as I watch you sleep and treasure your beauty, my blessing.
I shall wait for you from a distance, and say “Come at me”, waiting to receive you gladly,
I shall wait and hope that when you do return, I shall be unchanged, my sentiments towards you in place,
I shall wait for you to recover and do my best to do the same…
I had/still do,
hoped/hope to be
Yours in perpetuity,