Here I am

waiting for a child to grow.

I know it'll never happen

that dreams don't come true,

but can I help

that part of me

still wants to believe.

I loved that child,

with all my heart

with all my soul.

I dreamed

he made me fly,

but as he let me fly

and soar higher than I could dream,

he ripped off my delicate wings.

Now I fall

still reaching out for him

and he for me.

It'll never work.

Lies and fabricated fantasies

made up our love

and I can't take that anymore.

We both know

I deserve better than that

but part of me

still loves the child

even as he runs away.

Even as he runs from me,

the woman he apparently loves

with such a mad passion,

still loves him more then he will know.

He runs away

and leaves me to cry

all over again.

So I close my heart

and burry it deep inside

never to be seen again.

I'll never love

expect more next time

and learn to fly lower

so the fall isn't so bad.