Perfectly Torn

sometimes love is not enough...

He is the song I used to sing

His voice is my melody

His laughter is my lyrics

His touch is my instruments



He is the story I used to tell

His moves are my theme

His person hood is my character

His heart is my setting



He is the game I used to play

His silence is the challenges

His thoughts are the puzzles

His smiles are the excitement



But he is just a dream I can’t reach

His world is the place where I can’t be

His songs are the music I can’t sing

His games are the things I can’t play



He is the man I love that brought trepidation in my heart

His dreams are my nightmares

His future is my fear

And now, his love is perfectly torn