These words are not a love song
They won’t linger on your lips
These lines have no home to go to
They won’t end with love’s true kiss
Swirling in the empty spaces of my head
All the dreams and hopes written, never said
I try to light them up in prose
An endless line of candles noone chose
These words are not a love song
They are more a sad lament
For dreams that were not meant for me
For lovenotes left. Unread. Unsent.
Pacing in the haunted graveyard of my soul
A million imagined magical moments missed
Lost in time amidst my fallen rhymes
The pallor of a cheek, scarred but never kissed
These words are not a love song
Love was not meant for me
Perhaps love does not exist at all
Beyond the illusion of this poetry?