The Reason

To whom do I owe it to,

Destiny, time or fate to be with you,

But whom cursed me so in rage?

In our chapter I am; in your book but a mere page.

These eyes, their innocence has faded,

My grip tightens over her fiery eyes to threaten her they’ve aided

And her white heart, tender, hate has raided,

Her years, my eternal possession, poison has evaded.

Are you even searching for our perfect end?

Wasn’t I the tree she as a creeper did depend?

You gave me those illusions, wishes and the hope

Why so cruel? Why having me hang onto this single rope?

Little heart, you wished upon a shooting star,

And she brought me closer to her from miles far,

Closer and closer to you and your childish nature,

She clutched with her cold hands mine, a promising future.

Afraid my love would harm what love you meant,

she expected nothing for it wasn’t a loan to be lent.

now you push me away? This angel god sent?

Wasn’t I loyal enough, my love? And out she went…

Bruised from inside out, there’s still a reason,

Don’t all dramas have an end, she’ll know too,

And as much as I strive, she’ll strive double every season,

A reason to start new…deep down she knows she loves me too…