Cold

Like you go away
Never turning back to see
Where I stand today
Where we could have been.
Like you look at me
Not looking, yet
At the wounds you inflict
All the tears, still wet.
I will turn from you
From all you love
Unto the skies, the clouds
And the stars above.
When you want a friend
To talk, to weep
To hold your hand when you
Walk these roads, steep
I will not be there
To heal your heart
For I will be as cold
As you are from the start.
I will not care
When you walk over me
As cold as your heart
My heart will be.

Waiting

The distance

Between the light

The gray, dull night.

Alone.

Waiting

For waves of time

To stop, to stall

For me.

A small

Rustle by the trees

Brings hopes of you

Coming.

Above,

The clouds, the sky,

Look down; A glance

Of love.

Softly

The breeze will blow

Away the pain

Of yearning.

The fire

That burns a soul

Is all the warmth

I get.