Paths Of Love Poem by Brad losinglife

Sitting here,
your on the phone,
im mounted with fear,
its almost never shown.

Three paths of the same emotion,
one past, one current, and one could be fading,
one is true, one is fake, and the other is translucent
having gone through many examples,
im concerned this will be the same outcome.

Im always going to be here for you,
i wont leave and say one or two words,
i wont be the one to confess my love for you after not contacting you for so long,
you know my thoughts,
you feel my feelings,
you dont have a solid answer.

Theres something about you,
could it be the way your eyes have the power to see through me,
or how you know what im feeling?
its when you know somethings wrong.

When everyone has left,
while no one is there,
where no roads are to be found,
yet you somehow find me in this blizzard of despair,
just to remind me im not alone,
that someone,
that you still care.