The Night Does Not Love
In the loneliness of the night I find your name
Etched on heart shaped rocks that pave a road,
Which I follow like a fool
Into a dark obis
Where my own shadow refuses to go.
You were the last woman I was capable of loving
But like most hid away under lock and key
My love for you could not blossom.
I was a flower you watch wilt in your darkest hours,
Underneath the heaviness of your breath
All while your soul played music
That I could never dance to.
I think of you most nights
When my lonely mind wonders
And is reminded
That the most beautiful creatures which exist
Are those who are afraid of their own