Dying ember

You talk of love, without proof.
Another lie, beneath the truth.
I talked of feelings and emotions,
When all you showed me is commotion.

I've proved my words are not conceiving,
And time, in essence is the dealer.
"I might be weak, but not today" he said.
I wish for you to see someone, like I did you, don't fall astray.

May blinding night bestowed upon us pass,
And open up a path for your next game.
Oh fickle love, forget my silhouette in break of day.

My dear muse, don't miss me,
For you, won't miss myself,
But rather image of the one who felt so much,
Whom you did not have need to love, or even try to play.

I ask my God for you be loved again, as much as I...





Everyone writes, what one feels.
Everyone hears, how one breathes.
How one breathes, one writes.

Some lessons have to be repeated for those who do not learn the first time; Don't say love to strangers...