In my heart, what I thought to be love
Was simply my own desire
So brief...
Gone before time could tell it even happened
Like a whisper...
Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night
I tell myself its over- you're gone
But in the same breath
A voice whispers quietly to my heart
Assuring me that perhaps
You may have really cared
I tell myself it wasn't meant to be
But in my remembering...
I find that thought elusive
Too painfully conclusive
It weaves its memory in and out
Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads
Delicately twisting them intimately
Amongst the filigrees of my mind
The magic...so mysteriously enchanting
I tell myself its over...
But my heart refuses to listen
My mind says to forget you
That no one's worth this kind of sadness
My soul doesn't need this heartache
I tell myself I didn't really care
That it was all just a momentary illusion
But...
I never did lie very well
