deceit – Hearts Still Care

You Couldn’t Tell

When we were young and when we loved,
I believed it all to be true,
And maybe you believed it, too.

When you left and when you promised,
Fidelity was not deceit,
Spanning oceans seemed no great feat.

But society had concerns,
Ambition had its own power,
Love became matter of past’s hour.

If I could say something to you,
Following two and twenty years,
I still could not without these tears.

I’m too old to call this weakness,
I guess I loved and much too well,
It was just tragic you couldn’t tell.

this is my life

a walk in the dark

a smile with a price

a devouring fire when all i wanted was a spark.

this is what remains

nothing to see ahead

nothing but tears and pains

nothing but a struggle to earn some bread.

this is what love grows

a heart that never dies

despite those million throws

of cheating, of slanders, of deceits and lies.

this is all I am left with

as life corrodes the body and soul

and I try to hold on to each bit

but cannot figure out which part was the complete whole.