Dreams I'll never live.
This feeling that comes with every breath- as common to me now as the involuntary action.
Often it comes to me when unexpected an eternity it stays until replaced with another.
Another fear that haunts my every fiber and thought.
That somehow, you don’t feel it alongside you heart as it is in mine.
Never would I have thought to have found someone like you, and yet we found each other so perfectly, so easily,
fate it seems was on our sides. And now as the feeling smothers me,
I know I am thankful for every minute, every breath, and every syllable uttered between us.
But fear still plagues me, and so I am bound NOT to act on this whim of heart,
no matter how much it yells and begs. I will not risk losing any of what I now have.
This would surely fatally injure me-- cast me in Death’s den-- the wound would not heal
and I will forever bleed from my life’s core forever-- risking no one near.
If my way done: you would die in bed by my side many a year from now.
But you are not mine, and will never be, you are the world’s and so your place is not with me,
and so your beauty must be shown. Ignore me now-- let your wings spread
in forever near distance-- yet so far away-- ready to let go of all ties-- show your colors and fly away.
Often it comes to me when unexpected an eternity it stays until replaced with another.
Another fear that haunts my every fiber and thought.
That somehow, you don’t feel it alongside you heart as it is in mine.
Never would I have thought to have found someone like you, and yet we found each other so perfectly, so easily,
fate it seems was on our sides. And now as the feeling smothers me,
I know I am thankful for every minute, every breath, and every syllable uttered between us.
But fear still plagues me, and so I am bound NOT to act on this whim of heart,
no matter how much it yells and begs. I will not risk losing any of what I now have.
This would surely fatally injure me-- cast me in Death’s den-- the wound would not heal
and I will forever bleed from my life’s core forever-- risking no one near.
If my way done: you would die in bed by my side many a year from now.
But you are not mine, and will never be, you are the world’s and so your place is not with me,
and so your beauty must be shown. Ignore me now-- let your wings spread
in forever near distance-- yet so far away-- ready to let go of all ties-- show your colors and fly away.