This one isn't so depressing, but it's not exactly happy. I'll probably revise it later, make it connect a little more but here you go.



Her wistful eyes and her soft, rose lips
a soul, alone; the yearn for that forgotten poem
Delicate like a flower, she flounders within her thoughts

The need to be loved by not just anyone is filling her on empty
I see the hope as it dwindles past to almost just a fear of the unknown
The fear, it festers and fills her thoughts; breaking her dreams in two

I love her so deeply, yet she doesn't see me; I'm buried underneath these words
Our souls share a vibe and I want it to thrive, but alas, it's not to be
Romanticism runs deep, but the tragic's so meek that it layers thick and steep

My wish is ungranted, our lives left apart but joy! We are still in tune
Her wisdom's my pleasure, I wish it forever and I sing her song to the moon
So gentle in life, understanding and pure - despite her flaws a plenty

If only to save her, my heart's greatest favour and I shall ask of nothing more
For I'm still enamoured and I would just stammer; nothing more shall leave these lips
The silence, a blessing and my eyes will grow sightless, for her beauty eclipses all sight

And I will be fine, just laying this rhyme for all but her to see.

...:gay:

This isn't a poem, but here it goes.


You feel the vibrations off the wood, coming from the keys as they're pressed by her soft, slender hands - fingers flicking and hiting the notes.

Eyes intense, they do not see you - in her own world. Like Liszt, her music is pleasure and it goes on forever.

Until it stops.

The stop, longer than a pause between sheets or pieces she plays.
A stop can be the end.

Lucky is that it will be the beginning of a new tune
a solo symphony of love and hope.

Right then, she'll look into your eyes and you'll see what beauty really is.
Intensified by the swirling sounds as her fingers tap the bars from memory.

Your heart drops.

Sinks in and follows her where ever she wishes to take you
beyond the field of dreams.

Together at last ~ forever.

Just a little thing I wrote this morning after talking to her.


Thoughts racing,
I thought that you were the one
Heart aching
You said it can't be done
Together at last
But only in my dreams
A simple dream
Though how silly it seems
To be with you
I'd spend my life in sleep

Hipster wrote:

This is interesting. Can I have a backstory please?

As you've probably guessed, I'm in love with someone I'm not with and the other night I had a dream we were together, then got a call from her yesterday and it was a little weird, but reminded me of how I felt in the dream vs. knowing we'll probably never be together.

It's kind of lame, but I miss her.

Hipster wrote:

Is it an issue of distance? Or one person having feelings, while the other doesn't?

Mostly distance. We talked about being together before, and I've told her how I feel about her, but we eventually decided a relationship isn't fair for either of us. She lives in the US, I'm in Canada. We chat and Skype sometimes, but it's nothing like in person.

I'm sure she isn't as in love with me as I am with her, but she's admitted she likes me and would go out if it weren't for proximity. We have some mutual friends, too, so we're actually planning a meet up next summer, and potentially some NHL events, but who knows.

For now, I'm just reading romantic poetry, hoping that one day things will come together. With her, or someone else.

Care to explain what didn't make sense? I'm interested.

Hipster wrote:

Ah, that's too bad. Hopefully you can make good of that potential meet up :p

Thanks, I hope so too. :0)

I kind of slipped into a bit of depression again. It kind of comes in waves, I guess.

If Time Heals All Wounds

If time heals all wounds
Why do some grow bigger?
Infection sets in and the trouble begins
When there is no one there to cure it

Your mind goes weak
The longer you speak
But the pain is just so compelling

And as the seconds pass
You turn to grass, or perhaps another solution
It’s the trust of fate
That makes you wait
Even when you don’t know why.

You can see the end, like a nice old friend
And everything else just fades to black

If time heals all wounds
Then why are so many fatal?