Cemented on Love’s Doors
Here we are becoming,
uncoming to our future departure,
the love of closed doors,
another opens upon withdrawal.
Cemented here in the road of sorrow,
Here I lie in a path of sadness,
upon the stone grave of your past.
Waiting for the next step,
That you may never thread upon my fragile heart again.
Waiting for your next loving word,
To only stab the pain of upon my anguish,
Upon the frail soul of our undisbelieving faith.
For your love,
That never became,
never to become on this desolate row of passion.
Sitting here on despair’s doors,
Believing the next leap I take,
Will pull me closer to your warm embrace,
Leaving me only closer to the cold touch of your forgotten love.
Pull me away to the truth of a lie that you love me as such,
Seducing me into the harsh candor of your forgotten soul.
The love, compassion, future that would never be told,
The lies, deceit, problematic problems that could never be undone.
We once had a future,
You and I.
Together in a cold world,
Seeking to embrace each other’s warmth,
To only turn into ice-cold stone.
Never to be,
Again.
Oooh noooo,
We can’t repeat these patterns.
Of self-destructive thoughts,
Of self-pity, sorrows.
We can’t leave this endless world,
That once provided love,
to our endless problems.
You and I are the demise of our future,
No turning back,
No recovery to our recourse.
Oooh nooo.
We are left to just one another,
providing an damaged chapter in a fairy tale that was nevermore,
Till the end of our existence,
with this cold end of an unturnt sarrow.
Till the end of this tragic demise,
Loooove will never to be forgotten.