Our Unhappy Ending

first heartbreaks may be the most painful yet...

it was a bright day

i was carefree all along the way

i sat on a cold, wood desk

taking my each cheerful breath

i carried on simply

each day i have celebrated

faced tomorrow unsurely

only the present's been dated

i dared ignore time

dared to ignore chances 

perhaps been deaf to love's chime

focused on but my sheer interests

i regret i reveal my inner stone 

tough but fragile, cold but brittle

the naive that i am i can't recall 

frozen to numbness, concealed my little

i sat, i moved, but remained blank

i listened, i saw, only a little sank

i carried on simply just as I ever was

each day that passed, what plain it only has

sometime i lift to stare on nowhere

a shadow moved in to my horizon's bare

the shadow outlined into a clearer vision

that showed me you and your very person

you came and attempted to break into

my vague disposition, my life's blue

i was stern, and cold, and bitterly wicked

but mystery explains how my walls have faded

at first i thought i could make it a good game 

your interest, your passion, you're nothing but tamed 

you spoke a hint, but meant a million

that which caught me and my lost attention 

i regret, i regret, that i have permitted

to forget my purpose and let you change it

you came, you grew, proven your naive love

caught in a storm, i nearly had to give up

it was that point when things reached red

everything consumed; every single but bed

passion had it, thing i must freeze stop

before it burns us both to nothing but ash

im sorry darling i had to be rude

it had to be cut, so jagged, so crude

the sweet you gave, i took it bitter

the yoke i threw, you took it lighter

it had to end, that tie of us

for nobody's sake, love's come to last

memories remain, feelings forego

into nowhere again, just as three years ago

so i come back to where i am before

standing alone again on rough, beige shore

hoping to find one as passionate as you were

one with for true love i'll be ready to bear

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

First heart breaks are the worst, and if seems to repeat itself in cycles, this the joys and pain of Love...I remember Pat Benatar singing 'Love is a battlefield', it truly is...yet I hope you find a Love that is endearing in your life time...lovely lament from the heart.