Just For Once

Yet another.

Born in darkness,
bred in shame.
Grown heartless,
without blame.

The cigarette is burning,
and the river is flowing.
I let the smoke fly
to make me believe I can cry.
Just for once...

I play my guitar.
I let the chords come with rhythm
but I do not go far
because the obsessions are coming
and the distractions are starting.

I'm not alone.
They sleep around me
in the comfort of their dreams.
Arms length from a lover,
maybe dreaming of another.

But I can still pretend
that a lover is beside me,
is arms length from me.
She is a beautiful creation
of my delicate mind.
So beautiful, yet empty and hollow.
I don't dare to follow.
I can just hear them now,
the lies she would tell.
The lies I would believe.
The lies I would obsess over...

But instead the sheets hold me.
They cradle me with care,
but they cannot stare.

My lover would not hold me,
something so cold
created by hate.
Not exactly destined by fate.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Nicely written, I enjoyed it. I dunno what it is about the last line "Not exactly destined by fate" but it makes me think. Loving that line btw.
Anyways, it's good, keep writing, friend :)