what we have is far from what i am dreaming of.
as i grow up, my make believes and fairytales are ruined before my very eyes.
the idea of perfection was soon diminished.
piece by piece.
shard by shard.
expectations of what should be said and done instantly became a mystery.
you became a mystery.
a figure with a beaten purpose.
a cliche that has not been used.
an irony without an irony in it.
a complete family with a fatherless child.
you are the oppsite of all i am yearning for.
is that where i fail?
yearning for things that are out of my reach?
wishing for something that i know you can’t give me?
waiting for miracles to come and sweep me off my sorry dreams?
these cycle of wishing and yearning should stop.
an end is what we need.
end to the relationship or end to this cycle, is not what i am sure of.
but i know an end is what we both need.
but this tiny question keeps on niggling my blighted spirit,
can’t you spare me a bit of your love?
