A Love Yet To Be Had

Everyone always says, "There's someone out there waiting for you. There's someone out there for all of us."

Tell me why that just tonight,

The stars aren't shining as bright,

Tell me why the world stopped singing,

And left my ears filled, ringing.

Tell me why the moon's seems so dull,

Like a hollowed out shell, a hull,

A broken canvas waiting to be used,

Much the same, my heart's been abused.

Painted on countless times,

Colorful strokes across the bent seams and lines,

Giving birth to this new abomination,

This painful, this hatred, this poisonous sensation.

Ugly, grotesque, repulsive it seems,

A collection, a manifestation of all broken dreams,

Reworked the mask as far as anyone can tell,

Kept myself within this 10 ounce hell,

Until I can find a way,

To get this beating out of the way,

Until then I'll throw away this page,

And suffer a silent rage.

Until then, it'll be in these walls,

This labyrinth with endless passes and halls,

Maybe one day I''ll get out,

"You'll find her one day. Without a doubt."

Once again it'll beat for someone new,

Someone who I'd gladly give it to -

At least...that's what I'm always told,

That there will always be someone for me to hold.

That I'll have a bond with someone,

Who, right now is no one,

Who will share unconditional love,

Who I'll believe was sent from above.

Who I'll think was absolutely divine,

Who will send chills down my spine,

Who will kiss and hold me so,

But for now, I simply don't know.

I'll try and believe what people say,

That there's someone out there for me one day,

And to her, I'll give her all the love,

I'll stand by her when push comes to shove.

I'll stop being weak,

I'll stop being meek,

I'll stand upright,

I'll stand and fight.

I'll stand because now I've got a reason,

To fight, to live, to see the next season,

To hold her when summer falls,

To warm her as the coldest winter stalls.

To see the flowers spring so soon,

To fall in love in the afternoon,

For just one year, thing's wouldn't be so tough,

For just a moment, I wouldn't be so rough.

I'd have a smile that you'd see all around,

I wouldn't have to suffer without a sound,

And to all these things that she'd give me,

I'd be the best I could be.

But first I'd have to apologize,

For all the times she sighs,

For all the "How"'s and "Why"'s,

For all the tears that she cries.

For all the things I couldn't be there for,

For all the things in the world and more,

So to that someone out there waiting for me - it's fate,

"I'm sorry that I made you wait..."

Author's Note

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