The sun hides behind the clouds,
A shadow that creeps behind the crowds,
A shadow unnoticed,
A shadow not missed,
Alone in the darkness she lurks,
To swallow her own pain, anger and irks,
Gone is the hand that once held her own,
Once again, she stands alone,
Missing the eyes of comfort and the smiles of joy,
This shroud of happiness of yet another ploy,
Hurt is nothing new,
Yet her heart has met it times a few,
But every encounter,
Anguishes her more than the other,
The tears that seemed liked her lost companion,
Have now found her in a bountiful reunion,
How could she miss one that was never her own,
As she feels the pain in every flesh and bone,
Who was she to care for something she cannot have,
How could she mistake the smiles and the laughs,
For they were at her and never with her,
Her only true friend being the pain she grew up with and her new found fear,
It is wrong for her to wish, to dream, to want,
For something she will never have, she simply can’t,
Yet to wrong her for her hearts anguish,
To bury her for her one wish,
A penance of much to give,
In which would she seek to live,
How the path rolls is yet another chapter,
For will this story end in misery or a happily after after,
Is a story for yet another day to uncover…..
A shadow that creeps behind the crowds,
A shadow unnoticed,
A shadow not missed,
Alone in the darkness she lurks,
To swallow her own pain, anger and irks,
Gone is the hand that once held her own,
Once again, she stands alone,
Missing the eyes of comfort and the smiles of joy,
This shroud of happiness of yet another ploy,
Hurt is nothing new,
Yet her heart has met it times a few,
But every encounter,
Anguishes her more than the other,
The tears that seemed liked her lost companion,
Have now found her in a bountiful reunion,
How could she miss one that was never her own,
As she feels the pain in every flesh and bone,
Who was she to care for something she cannot have,
How could she mistake the smiles and the laughs,
For they were at her and never with her,
Her only true friend being the pain she grew up with and her new found fear,
It is wrong for her to wish, to dream, to want,
For something she will never have, she simply can’t,
Yet to wrong her for her hearts anguish,
To bury her for her one wish,
A penance of much to give,
In which would she seek to live,
How the path rolls is yet another chapter,
For will this story end in misery or a happily after after,
Is a story for yet another day to uncover…..
