Fringe Of Reality Poem by Mimi Meyer

I saw the fringe of reality
Burn in its past tense freeze
And the modern proses of a broken heart
Relapsed into a time when you never did forget me...

Why is it somehow the fire ran from its burn?
The inevitable passion for yearning
Making its way down 'cold' upon my pillow;
There was a time when your love never doubted me,
And in your soul disheveled you offered your cup and bed...

Remember the times when my smile was all you fought for?

I believe some sort of salvation waits on the other end,
A manage for change where our love is never misinterpreted
Remember true love doesn't always yearn for grass that is greener,
But settles in a place where there might be nowhere
But no point of return;

I cannot return to a life without you..
I have to learn to love my own