Ages wane and waves crash,
Seasons change and storms roll,
Still my love remains keenly abash
As my heart does evermore loll.
A thousand things I could say, still the words never leave my mouth
A thousand times I could have tried, still I fail my desires in conception
A thousand beats does my heart skip in anticipation of your arrival
A thousand lives must I live before the lines fall in place
Turning the corner I see you,
Hanging with the guys I see you,
On the television I see you,
And even in my dreams I see you.
Streams of scarlet melancholy
Are bled as I sleep,
And dream to weep
Of a life not given to me.
In sleepy-eyed lay,
I dreamt of your beauty still.
The first since the day,
Sad, slow reflect of hopeful heart,
Brings this hopeless lover closure.
As I dream of emotional start,
It is present laments that obscure.
If our hearts bled together,
Would it keep us form falling a part.
In losing you, I sever
My humanity from my heart.
Clouds of cold, dark depressant
Roll over my loathsome state.
Life has become boring suppressant
To this romantic’s lost love relate.