Third writing.
My third piece, in typical back-to-back-to-back style. I like the romantic mood of "Calling You" with the writing style of "Spell Caster." That, atop recent events in my life... Comes this piece.
The Distance
He was on a journey, so he told his heartbroken girl.
To find out what was right and wrong within his state of mind.
And so he told the trials he faced
To keep his true love close at hand
As he spun
And spiraled
Needlessly to the unforgiving ground below.
Impact devastating, but there she would remain,
Net in her gentle hands, as her softened eyes would stare him down
To scold him without words.
He picked himself up from one fall after another
Trudging through hard times with a heavy heart worn upon his sleeve
In the distance, there was she.
Watching with a silenced sadness at his frequency of injury
Self-induced,
Each one worse than the one before...
Stamping and crushing
Blows rained down on a man who needed no more pain.
And in the night, he'd lie awake
To dream of the girl he let slip through his careless fingers
By accident of his own mentality
Letting her get away.
Wondered if she cried by night, alone in the dark,
For him
As he did for her.
And there she was, in the closest distance
Watching with disheartened eyes that held nothing but care
Love
And concern.
Hoping that one day he'd return
From the journey of a million painful thoughts induced from
A thousand heartbroken tears brought on by
A hundred miserable mistakes that would lead him finally to
A single, solitary true love
That awaited him in the distance.
The Distance
He was on a journey, so he told his heartbroken girl.
To find out what was right and wrong within his state of mind.
And so he told the trials he faced
To keep his true love close at hand
As he spun
And spiraled
Needlessly to the unforgiving ground below.
Impact devastating, but there she would remain,
Net in her gentle hands, as her softened eyes would stare him down
To scold him without words.
He picked himself up from one fall after another
Trudging through hard times with a heavy heart worn upon his sleeve
In the distance, there was she.
Watching with a silenced sadness at his frequency of injury
Self-induced,
Each one worse than the one before...
Stamping and crushing
Blows rained down on a man who needed no more pain.
And in the night, he'd lie awake
To dream of the girl he let slip through his careless fingers
By accident of his own mentality
Letting her get away.
Wondered if she cried by night, alone in the dark,
For him
As he did for her.
And there she was, in the closest distance
Watching with disheartened eyes that held nothing but care
Love
And concern.
Hoping that one day he'd return
From the journey of a million painful thoughts induced from
A thousand heartbroken tears brought on by
A hundred miserable mistakes that would lead him finally to
A single, solitary true love
That awaited him in the distance.