Often she wonder,
whether they were at all,
meant to be.
often she wonder,
whether it was worth,
letting it be.
memories are her only source of peace,
yet everytime he destroys,
this only ray of hope,
and of ease.
All that it takes to live,
is all that it takes to let go.
So why is it so hard for her to let him go?
when he opens his heart,
and reaches for her hand.
Those rare, precious moments,
where everything seems to daze.
But when she turns to him,
he locks it all away.
As if the fears all around him,
never seem to fade away.
so why the complexity?
and why the duplicity?
She needs to get away.
Bury it all within her.
After all, what is lost,
can never be regained.
So often she wonder,
in the cold sleepy nights.
when the winds howls and rains throughout,
and her heart grieves with all its might.
Often she ponder,
on her most disturbing intuition.
Was it all fake?
Did he even love her at all?
Often she wonder,
when the tears hid well behind her smiles,
and her pain became well-disguised.
Was he worth holding onto?
Was he worth loving despite his locked heart.
Pic - by Deviant art
