No Real Love

Hope wanes like the moon,
wades like the tide.
Ever deeper,
locked in my mind.

I try my best
to forget about
my suffering
is a fantasy
I have inside myself
where you feel something when I scream my hurt
I look into your eyes
as you see me for the first time.

It is time that tells
everything.
Yet time does not sit on future wishings.
As light and free as a river,
ever flowing toward its whims.

So talk about
things like the wind
whispering in the trees
and the sound reminding you
of when I slept on your pillow,
told you I loved you in my sleep,
before I knew those
were the right words to say.

Now I am the heroine
sitting on the tree
waiting for her love to come running
but you can't run while you sleep.
Your feet drag and stumble in the dream.

So my mind turns blue
and falls deeper into black.

In the dark
I can't help but see you
as forever.

I have to end the story.

I will sing
again and again
until I hear the song of my heart
as it matches this world
and not your words.
These are just words.

Dear me,
end the story.

Dear me,
it's just a story.