Always, forever, without a shadow of a doubt
She knew, she knows, her feelings remain true
Yet why is it that she is just about
To feel the storm upon her cheeks
What is this dark and vain
Feeling her heart begins to reek?
What is this excruciating pain?
What is this cold sorrowful rue?
Riding on board a golden train
Towards a new mysterious land
Can she see it upon this plain
And into the rivers of her hand?
Is it over already
Before it had even begun?
Is it the end of the road?
Her adventure already done?
But the possibilities were so broad,
And to explore them all she was ready!
How can it end like this?
How can it be over?
A single short instant
Without even feeling the kiss
For her to be impotent
And to everything miss…
Another little experiment on my part (but aren’t they all?) which I don’t know how to feel about. Enjoy.