A Meandering Life

The burden of love, the drag of living a day,
Like a ticking time bomb,
Designed to be blown away.

The neverending stain,to love my hate,
Like a doomsday machine,
Resigned to its fate.

To wake up in the morn,the yellow sunrise,
Like my very own eyes,
Duplicate a torture device.

Heal these spectral wounds,with a life or none.
Like a silent lifeless corpse,
Whose decay has begun.

The love that never will be..

Here we are,
Standing face to face.
Words were never spoken,
And we'll head our separate ways.

Know now that an old love takes it's toll.
And I'm not free to love you heart and soul.
I want to love you, but I don't know when,
I guess it's just too soon, too soon to love again.

A single tear starts to form,
I hang my head in shame.
Wishing your touch would keep me warm.
I walk away thinking I'm to blame.

I ask myself, what would have been,
In different circumstances, I would have known.
For the most beautiful love we ever could have,
But a love that will never be grown.