Weep

 
inside me ache for a love I cannot have
hurtful day be silent don't speak of love
when I can't have it
 
indecent thoughts what have you to do with me?
 
spell on the air and be done
altered truths he loves me
when I don't believe it...truce
 
colliding with reality is my imorality  
suspect of vision playing out scenarios
fiction at best
lest I forget his fickle heart
and think myself more important than I am
 
insolent feelings be silent
trouble me no more
a chasm lies between he and I
the depths cannot be measured
and the heart knows not the way
 
the mind can't reconcile
what love wants
it is foolishness that craves
 
bitterly hurting with a notion
that you could love me too
inside myself weep for the morrow without you