amour non récompensé

She was a hurricane, straddling a rainbow; chasing a day dream
Yes that sounds like a good way to start a poem

You see I've written a million rhymes aimed at her like paper planes on a windy day
It's no surprise then, that they never reach the intended mark.

You see I've searched for you inside the vacant corridors of my empty soul

Your name reverberates across the empty chambers of my hollow heart.
Echoes of emotions unrequited, the eerie melody that serenades the mind on them days when you invade my thoughts and lay siege to my state of unconsciousness

Because apparently it's not enough that you haunt my every waking moment.

No...of course it isn't.

Your face had to be imprinted on the inside of my eyelids too

Because you're not satisfied until you've sullied every aspect of my being with your presence

Ruing the brief imitation of solace I felt in the futile arms of your embrace

I feel the bitter taste of every good memory turn to poison in my mouth

The jeers and taunts of every time you made me smile

You know what they say about having loved and lost...







...but you see Tennyson could not have been more wrong...