On Your Own
Once young and naïve,
I fell for your charms.
And yet, now, I must
abandon your arms.
I will tiptoe out
when the night turns black.
And scurry away
without looking back.
Asleep with your dreams
you lie unaware.
And it hurts inside,
because I still care.
But all my hopes got
scuttled in mid-stream.
And there's more to love
than a worn-out dream.
I can't live a lie
or try to pretend.
Though you'll always be
much more than a friend.
Tomorrow you'll feel
confused and alone.
But you'll be better
off; there, on your own.
(Quatrain)
1/15/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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