The double edged sword of a one sided love.
The immediate guilt of thinking of there being someone else,
The yearning to have someone real nearby.
The waking between dreams that won’t be there in morning, feeling there’s an answer,
So warm until the daylight and another day goes by.
Far away, in the same place, two one sided none loves.
I want to be there, I want to walk with them, be beside them.
I can’t give them anything, but the love I have.
I hear the sirens wailing again,
And this tower of paper birds just flies away,
To the city far, far, away.
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