It seems so far away in time,
When I was yours and you were mine.
When bright days were free,
Filled with only you and me,
When our laughter rang so clear,
When all I needed was you near,
When our love was taking flight,
When I held you to me tight…
When the sun never set,
Those times we swore not to forget.
I still look back upon those years,
Across an ocean vast,
But to my eyes they now bring tears,
For our love that didn't last.
And now,
I see you on that distant shore,
Staring at me with those eyes,
What we had is now no more,
What was true has turned to lies.
In the shadow I now stand,
Of our lost love, now ash and sand,
Tasting memories bittersweet,
With a hollow heart that has no beat.
Where you once were now floats a ghost,
A haunting spectre, and I its host,
Taking from me what you gave,
Singing me softly to my grave.
Your words like poison seep,
Into wounds both old and deep.
The lies you told,
Still claim their hold,
The things you said,
Like restless dead,
Stir in my thoughts and in my mind,
Begging me to question,
How I could have been so blind.
It hurts so much,
But you don't even see,
That the longing for your touch,
Is slowly killing me.
That the aching for a kiss,
From your lips as soft as bliss,
Kills me more and more each day,
While farther from me now you stray.
Was I that young? That damned naïve?
To think we'd last forever,
To think you'd never leave?
All I wanted was to be the one,
Who when night dawns and day is done,
Would hold you in soft embrace,
And bring a smile to your face.
To be the one you longed to see,
To my locked heart you were the key.
But what was bright now seems so bleak,
As a tear rolls down my cheek,
And it takes every ounce of my shattered will,
To wipe it away and through the tears smile still.
For I can never let you know,
What you have done to me
What I've lost I'll never show,
As I drown in my own sea.
But on these lonely nights I still lie awake
While deep inside I slowly die…
…Who knew that all it would take,
Was for you to say good-bye?
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Comments
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I'm a total stickler for exact syllabic count in rhyme. I don't know why, but it's a personal preference. You have this lines where the syllable count is either too many or too few and it totally throws me off the flow of the poem and, therefore, the story being told here. I found the structure of the poem... distracting, I guess. Fix the syllabic count, and you could have something here. I like the switch from AA BB to ABAB. It adds flair.
