Always the poet, never the muse.
I am never able to dance with someone under the starlight’s shoes.
Always loving too hard, too much, or too fast,
it feels like my mind is running from the past.
Never being able to find someone to love,
not even able to get a hug.
Once there was one, then there were two.
Two souls united, always thought they’d be together, tied like a shoe.
But one sat, and the other left,
the bond broken, cracked under low pressure.
The one who waited sat in silence, waiting for the other.
But the other moved on, and the one was unable to recover.
Waiting ended, tears flowed.
It felt like the one’s heart was about to explode.
With the years of love, and tears of joy,
the tears turned salty, now mixed with woe from the boy.
The loving stopped, the heart broke into two.
Those were three years I will never get back from loving you.
