I do long for those summer days but only sometimes.
Those days of sweet sunshine belting down on those who grew amongst the tall grass, actions spoke louder then words as the real life ran by, glaring there eyes but not speaking ill of the actions.
It was the time for dreams to be made, promises to be made and rings to be exchanged.
Time would stand still, nights would be full of love and the days were for adventures.
Yet those days seem only too perfect, but the ending chapters of the book would dictate those happy memories.
Seasons came and changed the time yet my mind was left behind in the realm of love.
I didn't understand how the snow got on my shoes, but it did.
Before I knew it I was questioning the present, wondering how my wish at the harbour never made it to reality, I can only guess that I lost out to someone else who wished the same.
Desperate time's lay ahead but I didn't know that, it got colder and colder until I stopped and seen the state I became, its taken me almost a year to understand it and ultimately destroy myself in the process.
I made myself a mask to hide it all, to cover the pain with a smile, to not let people see what was really going on.
They never asked so I didn't speak, they said it would be okay but it wasn't, I feel as thought no one understands sometimes yet they all think the best of the present and none of the past.
Its a desperate time for all yet love still presides for those few who let the flame grow, they see white not grey nor black, only light colours for there emotions are being rested by the untamed power of the sun.
My wish was one of such hope, one were plans would be made and homes would be built.
Call me naive if you like, but the power of the sun had me in its grasp and I couldn't do anything but sit there and let it consume me.
Tomorrow I call it, it's over.
One year done.
Happy anniversary me.
Those days of sweet sunshine belting down on those who grew amongst the tall grass, actions spoke louder then words as the real life ran by, glaring there eyes but not speaking ill of the actions.
It was the time for dreams to be made, promises to be made and rings to be exchanged.
Time would stand still, nights would be full of love and the days were for adventures.
Yet those days seem only too perfect, but the ending chapters of the book would dictate those happy memories.
Seasons came and changed the time yet my mind was left behind in the realm of love.
I didn't understand how the snow got on my shoes, but it did.
Before I knew it I was questioning the present, wondering how my wish at the harbour never made it to reality, I can only guess that I lost out to someone else who wished the same.
Desperate time's lay ahead but I didn't know that, it got colder and colder until I stopped and seen the state I became, its taken me almost a year to understand it and ultimately destroy myself in the process.
I made myself a mask to hide it all, to cover the pain with a smile, to not let people see what was really going on.
They never asked so I didn't speak, they said it would be okay but it wasn't, I feel as thought no one understands sometimes yet they all think the best of the present and none of the past.
Its a desperate time for all yet love still presides for those few who let the flame grow, they see white not grey nor black, only light colours for there emotions are being rested by the untamed power of the sun.
My wish was one of such hope, one were plans would be made and homes would be built.
Call me naive if you like, but the power of the sun had me in its grasp and I couldn't do anything but sit there and let it consume me.
Tomorrow I call it, it's over.
One year done.
Happy anniversary me.
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