It is Always Over
It is always over, every time, he is always gone.
As the time ticks by the
Passion turns to disappointment and
Emptiness in a heartbeat.
Those moments of togetherness, after the joining of souls,
Disappears but leaves no warmth behind.
All he leaves behind is a void, a longing and a fear,
Is this time the last?
I am not ready for the end but
I know it is coming soon.
My heart cannot hold on much longer.
The object of its affection is indifferent, cold,
Too busy living a pretend life to see,
To see what really matters.
It’s just a different day to him,
A different bed, none of which matter.
But he is happy in the world he has chosen
And will never leave it.
But I am not happy, I thought I could be
But I was wrong, again.
Too much dishonesty and disrespect,
Too much bull and not enough caring.
Yes, the end is coming soon
But not yet…
I am still not ready.
