Sands of Love

There's a lot of things that are going on in my life.
Most of which are not defined or explained by any rhyme I share here.

I spend much of my time alone.
In love, but very much alone.

The love I speak of has other things to do and despite her penchant for telling me she loves me, I sit upon these shelves she's designed just for me.

Perhaps like some trophy in a case to be taken out and shown to friends as moments arise ?

I'm sure she has her reasons.
They're probably good reasons too.
At least in her mind.

But as flawed as I am I know that I am a good man.
A capable man.
A man worthy of true love that doesn't come with shelves.
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The sands of time run past me and I just watch them fall.
And though I thought this love so different..., it doesn't seem that way at all.
I am not a patient man, yet still I stand here idle.
Hoping that this love I feel, is returned without the bridle.
For be it to wither or be it to fail
My love is just a curse
And be it to come back unreturned
I'll accept it like the earth
Dirt and rock, mud and stone
The ancient willow trees
But my love won't wait forever
It'll blow on like the breeze
So now the clock's tick-talking
And the time is running out
For this last love I have reached for
Will disappear without a doubt
And once it's gone it's gone forever
Because I am not some game
The rules of such do not apply
To a man so near the drain
I almost ended everything
So many years ago
And if this time is no different
Then it's time for me to go.

~The Snowdog