Simphonee

Just constantly wondering if you were worth that symphony

What did you really mean to me?

If you mean sweet memories, then what of those pleasantries?

I've been lost in time far too long, already

Where it was just the two of us in bed

Do 18 months of pain equal 8 months of love in turn?

The burn of a broken heart, my fair lady

You were everything right to me

From the melting of the snow to the crunch of golden leaves

Until the moment your hand slipped out of mine

You defined loneliness

Where the cold winter froze my heart

Yet, you also managed to explain love

What a fickle thing

You're the only one I can love and hate...

So I think

Yes. You were worth that symphony

 

Reviews

[Gaige]

This is beautiful. Your words are woven into a cadence of love and its antithesis sorrow. A reminder of the range of the human soul, and the tales a wounded heart may weave. Well done.