You could
have been my friend.
And if you
did, I would carry you in moments of disgrace. I would be your retreat when the
storm came, I would fight your wars and believe your most unbelievable thought.
I'd walk
your shoes and step your steps, if this was important to you. I'd share my
words and my silence as well.
I'd have
you as my sanctuary, and ask you nothing but comfort if my world was fallen
apart.
But you
decided to be disloyal. You decided trangression and be unfaithful to your own
self. You decided to throw back in fear and hide every single emotion and every
memory as a shadow from the past.
So, you are
not my friend.
Wherever
this past was touched by darkness, don't forget the joys and deep feelings that
brought us where we are now. Once, love and intimacy enlighted our path, and
doesn't matter what I am or you are, but at that time, We Were like that. And we laugh like that.
Rainy days
are gone. Sunlight shines upon lovers that know nothing but betrayal. The Moon echoes a sad serenade every night,
for the loneliness she touches with all her Brightness. Empty times we are
living… Colder people we are trying to reach.
And all I
was hoping for was a warm friendship. Cold winds arising. Nice memories vanishing in apathy. Then, Raven is crawling instead of flying.
Raven P.
