I desired so desperately to bask in the same warm radiance that others enjoyed so much.
I was sorely disappointed when I did.
I tire of these rhymes.
None do justice in your description.
As if you could be painted with my diction.
Your marble skin and jaded eyes
I’ve written a thousand times.
And still I can not define
Why I desperately wished you to be mine.
Again and again I draw you in my memories
Only to awake to harsh realities.
Teardrops that gently stain these sheets
Upon which we danced so silently.
I’ve since basked in sunlight’s rays.
Believing it to be better days.
Still, I can not help but be drawn to the night.
For within I have loved more truly, than in the light.