Confessions From A Willow TreeA Poem by underwriter
As I sit beneath the willow tree
Dreaming of the future. What could be. I think of you my friend, my all, my comforter. We leaned upon each other dependently And at once I began to see A future, you and me. Only days have passed And now, you look towards another And comfort...her. You have been here all along. Surely I have done you wrong, For now...you love another And me? I am now, just like a brother?! Am I now lost among the sea of faces, Sailing off to far away places. I want to scream, I want to shout! I don't want to be pushed out!! But I instead, smile and wish you well, As stinging eyes begin to swell. But you shan't see. Or cant. Or won't. For you now hide among deceitful places and wish you hadn't seen their faces. The truth, you know! But it scares you so! To think it could be me... For with me there are detriments. To fearsome for you to behold. But all told... My heart means naught. And love cannot be taught. Free will is yours en masse. For who am I to hold you back? From the one you wish to cherish. For to lose you completely Will sorrow behold me.
My heart shall sing your song Because it is where it does belong. And while my love deepens, Your love for me shall weaken. And you, 'friend'...you will never know, The feelings that I daren't show. How much that I truly adore thee, Will be a secret forever mine Locked and bound upon my heart Like a poisonous jungle vine...
By underwriter 22/12/2010 © 2011 underwriter |
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4 Reviews Added on December 22, 2010 Last Updated on January 26, 2011 AuthorunderwriterSalisbury, United KingdomAbout**TEMPORARY, sorry but i am stopping my read requests for a little bit, as i have alot on my metaphorical plate at the minuite. i will get round to reading the requests already sent. but please be pat.. more..Writing
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