As amber light graces your hazel gaze,
I want to think fondly of secrets carved into forest bark.
And how peacefully sang the lark.
But I don’t.
Sipping pumpkin spice as the leaves flame and fall,
I watch your eyes flutter like a doll.
I’d stay like this till the very end,
But I can’t.
My hungry eyes scavenge for you,
You’re my solace, my dream come true,
My redemption, my salvation too.
But I’m not.
But in your eyes I see a silent scorn,
Around them, darkened shadows of pain you’ve worn.
You say it isn’t mine to hold,
But it is.
Today the lark sings for another,
The forest keeps its own secrets.
I don’t want to walk around with a love that isn’t mine,
...But I will.
- Ria <3