Once I had believed in a thought called love,
Said to be of something worth thinking of,
Yet I feel it even through my subtle blunders,
As I respite a looming misery I begun to wonder.
Was it all a dream?
Searching for your loving catharsis,
What can it mean?
I'm just lonely in this parody of farces.
I feel her, my muse waiting in the weeds.
Oh how it just eludes me,
Alas no longer can I believe,
That you are perfect- Waiting for me...
Tomorrow had come at last; I only wished for rain,
Sought out to pray that all the world felt this pain,
And I know you reap what you sow-
Yet I cannot see the comedy of this show.
Tragedy have you ever smiled?
Have you not too been enchanted by her passion and her guile.
Or was it simply a notion?
Somewhere you lost yourself deep with in that ocean,
Searching for shore-
Always wanting her more and more.
Beseech my fear this fate; for me
Perhaps I will too be forever lost at sea.