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Wednesday, 2 July 2014
The Face in the Mirror
Oh, wasted life.
Pining for a love
that was not
shared.
That was not there.
Too late now
knowing
you should have
just let go.
The love now covered in dust.
But still it cuts.
Desires wasted.
Heart aching.
Time's hand
squeezing
tight.
The tears.
All the tears cried
that
still have not
dried.
The last little bit
of love
still refusing to die.
Regret.
Bitter regrets.
We missed what could
have been the best.
Too late now.
Love's taken it's bow.
The curtain came down.
Why did love
go away?
Why did love pass us by?
Does love always have to
say goodbye?
Nothing but memories
that bring only pain.
Time did not erase it.
The ache remains.
The face in the mirror
no longer
the same.
No chance now.
Never again.
The love is gone.
Does it ever mend?
Does it ever meet again
like childhood friends?
But not in this case.
The love went to waste.
Now all that is left is a bitter taste.
No smile for the love
that was shared.
Those thoughts only
bring
pain.
And hot burning tears.
Even after all these years.
Where did life go?
How short it is I did not know.
All that love wasted.
Nothing to show
for it but
sad faces.
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