From the closet...an old...unpublished post...
Was this written?
Or do I blame it on fate?
Was this love? Or did I even understand the new age meaning of the word?
Now there is disbelief. Under the shadow of loneliness.
Is it a relationship? Or is it a matter of convenience.
An understanding of a lifetime.
The reason for being?
The faith I put in this?
There is darkness.
Of a different kind.
There is no light at this tunnel my friend.
So do I turn around. Or live under this bridge.
There is love. So what if it’s one sided?
So what if it’s not worth it.
It could be a tale of undying a love.
Love spent on unworthiness.
Is it too late already?
Is it a wall? Or is it battle.
A battle where there would be no winner but two losers.
I don’t want to blame no one.
It’s my story. A story of undying one sided love.
