HippieLngstckng
06-09-2004, 04:37 PM
It was like a prison without the bars, to restrain my heart and break my will.
And even so, I love you still. But I wish I could still my love for you.
Within my grasp and beyond my touch,
In a surreal world where I wasn’t supposed to love you anymore,
I was sure I could stand no more, as I staggered under my own body’s weight.
How long must I wait? The flame that should warm my heart sears it instead.
And there, still as a statue, empty as an apparition, and I betrayed myself
As I pretended I wasn’t dying inside. I denied myself the truth that is my passion for you.
There is no knowing what the future holds, my tears themselves cry out for vision.
Grasping but one solitary seed of hope, small as a grain of sand, I wait.
I plant it deep within the rich field of my heart, and feel the sprout take root.
For as long as my blood runs warm, I nourish that small sweet flower with every breath,
And I earnestly await the harvest.
And even so, I love you still. But I wish I could still my love for you.
Within my grasp and beyond my touch,
In a surreal world where I wasn’t supposed to love you anymore,
I was sure I could stand no more, as I staggered under my own body’s weight.
How long must I wait? The flame that should warm my heart sears it instead.
And there, still as a statue, empty as an apparition, and I betrayed myself
As I pretended I wasn’t dying inside. I denied myself the truth that is my passion for you.
There is no knowing what the future holds, my tears themselves cry out for vision.
Grasping but one solitary seed of hope, small as a grain of sand, I wait.
I plant it deep within the rich field of my heart, and feel the sprout take root.
For as long as my blood runs warm, I nourish that small sweet flower with every breath,
And I earnestly await the harvest.