[ DESPONDENCE ]



Over and over
and over again,
I begin anew,
With dreams galore.

Hope bubbles high,
Trying to reach the sky,
Only to be shattered,
Without ever meeting the rain clouds.

I'm stuck in the centre of
this endless sphere of agony,
I can't escape this gravity,
And you're not there to pull me out.

I've befriended despondence,
And relished the darkness,
For the rainbow is dead here,
And so is you.

In my years of confinement,
I've wondered about star filled skies
And you gazing at them,
holding hands with me.

I've wondered about your moonlit cheeks,
And how I can't kiss them anymore.

I've wondered about your eyes,
And how they brightened
when I looked at them.

I've wondered about my ambitions,
And how they drift aimlessly without you.

I've wondered about constellations;
And how they resemble our linked up souls.

I've wondered about poems,
And how I can never read them to you.

I've wondered about music,
And how the sound of
our combined heartbeats
is the best song ever.

I've wondered about the barren deserts of Mars,
And how it resembles
me without you.

Most of all,
I've wondered about desolate mountain peaks
And the clouds that float above them.

In a thousand years
Of its mighty existence,
A peak falls in love
with a distant cloud.
The wind blows them near,
Until the impossible happens:
The cloud kisses the peak,
Rubbing herself into his tip,
And for the first time
in a thousand years,
The peak feels something new,
It feels completion.
But then the same wind
Shoves the cloud away
And they never meet again.
For the next thousand years
of its worthless existence,
The peak searches for his mate:
Endless clouds flutter by,
But none of them fit in like her.
They twist and twirl around him,
But nothing's the same.
Vapour swirls near the horizon,
Creating clouds.
Rain falls in the valley,
Killing clouds.
He sees it all,
But he can't move;
All he can do is wait,
Because one day the wind
Will erode him to nothingness,
And he'll join his mate.

I'm the peak and the cloud is you,
Anyway the wind blows,
I'm coming to you.

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