writing Third Month

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Seems like you've done this before.

I am standing here, by no means am I patient.

And through my selfish desires, I have come to thinking.

No i realize by my own heart that i am betraying you.

Never before have I wanted this, never again do I want it either.

It should all be just a bitter sweet memory.

 

I remember now all the times, though they weren't many.

Perhaps maybe they never will be.

I just want my thoughts to return to me.

I wish I was happy, I wish you were happy.

If only i could look you in the eye.

I am trying to fulfill my promise.

And by such to never say goodbye.

 

My life doesnt seem to favor us much.

But really, in that sense, life isnt complicated at all.

People are the real complexities.

You, and me also, among the many.

Bitter souls waiting to be given our dues.

I suppose this isnt much of a love poem.

 

I recently asked myself to find the answer of what love is.

It took a long while really, but I suppose I found it.

And no, this isnt about you or me.

I have forgotten it all, it is as simple as that.

I asked for what you wanted, here we are.

I don't even think i know you, perhaps I don't.

I can almost garuntee that you do not know me.

 

 

 

-David Favret