Gray Sky Metaphor

It was a bitter not so fantastic tasting, but accepted end.

To dream of the day
that break of dawn
will create a tide, ripple come change
I cannot be the one to wait in the rain
to sit by the stairs
to pine away my days
with tears down my face
when plague focuses change
in your reaction to
me and the things I would do for...
This is why I think it may be best
To look at me now, rub salt in your eyes and close the door.
Cast away what I may dream
For reality begs to differ
of how broken I was upon first return
Gave me the chill of early Winter.
Darkness covers this girl
And black vanquished her soul.
I refused to love me like they say
And you will leave me is what I've already told....
myself..and today I am not sad.
I'm over it, it's settling
And oddly I am glad...
that we can remain on the level
I think I'm breaking us
apart in my mind
So that I will not have to undo...
what I would give you in a short amount of time.
I think I'm falling...out again in my mind.
For the last thing I expected was to let you delve into the subconcious corners.
But as much as your presence brought a change and enhanced this smile.
I know I have to give you up....Cause you will never allow yourself to be my...
Everything that I would be willing to give.
I fell for a dream....Ha, I fell for the kid.
And I cannot provide
the excitement that you need.
I can only grow vast beyond my years.
And I can only write of the tears I bleed.
But I will not forget
each time that I smiled.
And beamed and laughed....I won't forget the child.
I saw the girl I left. I saw the girl who grew.
And I let myself care to a depth that I did not know existed.
This is the tale of what you enabled me to....possibly the tale of you...
Of us, of we...and the bitter end it may seem.
Cause I can love you from afar, but I cannot break up the ethreal.
This is merely the reflected overcast of a dream.

-Circa May 07