A withered heart
I once loved a boy with my all heart,
His eyes deep brown and voice music to my ears,
He was to me what rain is to a toddler
Making me swoon and my eyes bright with laughter.
We hoped to savor all things new,
Whatever life gave; in plenty and few.
I had never seen sights so beautiful,
Music so soothing, love so soulful.
I counted the wrinkles near his eyes when he smiled,
His laughter had started to heal all of my heart's scars.
His hugs made me want to weep with relief,
In sadness or joy or utter disbelief.
Well you know fairy tales are lies with
True love's kisses and happily ever-afters.
The evil is real ofcourse, monsters,
Madness and all of those nasty chapters.
Pain and heartbreaks, he vanished from my world,
Oh the tears I cried.
All forgiving time they say, yet it didn't efface my grief, no matter how long it tried.
Now it doesn't rain in my sky, clear yet pale from all its yesterdays.
Yet sometimes the breeze brings me scents from nowhere,
And in one of those I still feel my beloved.