Literature
For Thomas
In the days that have passed,
Such thoughts of pain do slip on by
In nights so long and slow,
We cry for love that is not allowed
I cry for happiness,
You yearn for freedom
Colors so fast,
They can not be seen
Sounds so loud,
That they become only whispers of things we wanted
As the cage becomes smaller,
As the lights dim away
Things will never be the same,
Nor shall things to come
I yearn to feel,
I burn to live
As you hide away,
In your frozen heart
I wonder why,
I let us fall apart
You said I was a rose,
So beautiful to see
But to get close,
One must be willing to get pricked
For I have thorns,
To protect what is a