Final Life to Give

I wonder sometimes,
How it feels to receive.
I see those eyes when I dream,
Finding me.
I hear your whispers,
Were they lies?
Was I daft to believe you wanted me,
Somewhere on this road?


The trust I built for my shattered womb,
Have me, take me,
Just please don't defile me.
For what meant everything to me, meant nothing to you,
Was in familiar vain the most unkindest cut.
A moment was all you needed.
Did you even see me there? Did you know my name? Did you listen?
I needed a century.
One chance,
To piece myself together
From the fall of every tower I've ever built in my childish heart.
But you didn't have that time to give.
Your soul saw the door,
Your body left, with no feeling.


I will drift now,
Fly, broken winged, back to my cage,
Where I will hide apprehensively from the souls to come.
The disturbed February sand lies empty with the knowledge,
There was never love for me there,
Only a search,
For life.
I hope you found it.
I hope you live forever.
With the sad, broken piece of soul I gave you.
Forgive me, my dear, for it was all I had left to give,
For that is the price I've humiliatingly paid,
For living without the eye of a real love to quench my thirst
And clot these wounds.
Eternally gazing upon the nurtured souls,
I am nothing to this world but abused prisoner
Of bones and beauty.


I wrapped that piece neatly,
In a frayed parcel and willingly left it at your door.
I hope it brings you good.
I hope you let it shine like you had once before.
If you asked now for the world,
My love, I'd still give you it entire,
I'd ask of you nothing in return.
For nothing shall ever pass in these eyes,
They hold wisdom above years and an ocean of tears,
I've still to share and yet to cry.
I'll be waiting to the end for you,
Bury my love, as it never lies.
Until my soul finally whithers,
And with it, passion dies.