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What you cannot have
I try and deny what my heart tells me,
Whether it's ** or love, it's not meant to be,
For I am a monster, and she will never love me
And I will never be able match to what she wants to see
She wants a bronze statue, something I will never be,
Because I am a broken marble figure, and no one will ever love me
This brings to me the worst possible pain,
The pain in the heart which there is only one bane,
That cure is time, as time cures all,
But time is unsure, a maze to us all,
My hope might slowly die out, a candle in the night
Or grow to an inferno, a flame bursting with might,
Only by waiting will I know what time bring,
All that time trying to cure my heart of its tragic sting,
The sting of anger, jealousy, and sadness,
Three terrible feeling that only bring on a darkness,
A darkness in your heart which you endure through the day,
A barrier to happiness, blocking your way,
At the end of the day, I loose all hope
For I know to her, I am only a ghost,
There will be no future in which our fates intertwine
But my perfect future, is her as my wife
Lovely verbiage, but we could have lived without the pretentious so called "poetry" framework. That goes beyond valid self expression and into "woe is me" territory. Grow up.
Beautifully written. So sorry you are in such pain. I'm not sure of the circumstances that tore you both apart....but I'm hoping time really does heal all wounds. I too am waiting for time to do its job.
Beautiful? Self absorption and rhyming is beautiful? Thanks for sharing your very low standards with us.