Whispers Of The Past

Made For Someone Else

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Beneath the moon's icy crust on a cloudless azure sky,
Darkness settled as the last embers of daylight die,
Breezes hasten, fading strength yet wishing you could fly,
Bereft of hope for no-one can hear your frail soul sigh.

Taking in the unending expanse of a perfectly blue ocean,
Dusty memories resurfaced like a film in slow motion,
Your weary heart reminded of what's been broken,
Overwhelmed by sadness and raw pent-up emotion.

Lost in the space between breaths unable to erase the feeling,
Waves pounding in your ears, all worries your mind revealing.
Barefoot walking on the beach, feet sinking in the golden sand,
Failing to hold it as it sifts through your close-clenched hand.
Gripping tighter the grains of sand slips faster and you know,
When something doesn't belong to you, it's bound to go,
Life changes and just like seasons people come and go.

Young holding hands thinking you're more than a friend,
Not long before the journey reached its end,
It was just an illusion, a dream seen only in your head,
Surrendering to life's stream, which can't be bent.

'You're made for someone else', she said from the start,
Cold tears stiffening your cheeks, broken and falling apart.
Black raven locks laid in long waves down her back,
Unknown to her, your heart starts to crumble and crack.

Keen warm hazel eyes lined with unspeakable sorrow,
Staying up all night as you may not see her tomorrow,
Until the break of day to remember her gentle smile,
If only you could stop the time even for a little while.

A thousand puzzles beneath a vulnerable skin,
Eyes peeled basking in the elegant simplicity within,
Not looking your way, you imagined her like a figment,
She is a mystery wrapped up in a sweet but sad enigma.

Surrounded by an ocean of sound, lapped in thought you cry,
Soft gurgle beneath the waves, before you an infinite blue sky.
Confusion and fear are strangling the feelings you hold,
Losing the fight in a dawning chaotic world.

Words might feel complicated, painful and confusing,
Still, you need to hear them, knowing it will hurt while losing.
Tired of waiting and hoping for something to change,
Afraid of falling and the familiar that feels suddenly strange.

Although life will never be easy, for sure it's bound to be hard,
We can still choose our path, no matter how sore or scarred.
The world will always try to push and wear you down,
So, hold on to the incredible parts of you and wear proud your crown.
We have to dare to be ourselves and live our life free,
However frightening or strange that self may prove to be.