Then,
life was great
we lived on edge
everyday we could
despite the crater
lying between our feets
despite the drowning ocean
floating between our hearts
life was great
although we had tried
although we gave up
it refused to last
it refused to remain great
the binding lights have dimmed
the promised stars had vanished
the candles of death crept up
to our feeble young feets
and to our mindless hearts
and blown out our lights
with a wind of grudges and regrets
all because of this very
crater and ocean
am i wrong my love?
maybe so
Now,
i could have it all again
as you already do
my lights are beginning to spark
my stars are lit
dim, yet vibrant in my heart
but not because of you
not because of your smile
the candles of death
are all burnt out
but so are we
she has offered me light
she has offered me stars
she has offered me candles
not of death but of hope
she has offered me
something of which you didnt
something of which you couldnt
but i faulter
because of you,
not your touch
or your once loving eyes
but the crater and ocean
we once had
it terrifies me
to read again a tragedy
am i of such cowardice?
maybe so
