Your wants, Your non-wants and what's inbetween

For a lover that makes me feel like the space between.

I am not the picture you paint

 I am the canvas to be covered

 

There was a moment

I remember it love

 

 

 

 

When you called me lovely

and I recall

Believing it then

 

 

 

I built walls

You fashioned a door

Against my will

And became an architect

To the grief I claimed

 

 

You mold the tears

I cried last night

Into the pillow

I wished was your chest

 

 

I became a lover

And the lost

A page you had meant to write

But forgot to keep

 

 

Tell me lover dear

What's the cost

Of the distance between us

The time we mismanaged

 

 

 

The songs I hear

Are riddled with you

Which is odd cause you haven't written a verse in my direction in years

 

 

 

I'm north and south

East and west

Step out your door love

Pick a road

Go far enough in either direction and I will be there

 

 

 

Open arms

Lovely and yours

 

 

 

 

I imagine I am neutral in this

Something that hasen't been weighed

Hasen't been measured

Only passed into pergutory

 

I wait

I want

I love

I live

I believe

I hope

I wake

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Robin]

I really like this piece , the third fourth and fifth stanzas are a poem within , tempo , flow and emotion all perfect executed ~