Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Where is the fault and what is the flaw?
if love unconditional remains,
where is the rapture from countless pains,
where is the ache that was meant to ease,
wherefore are the lips that ache to please?
why be human if letting go is divine?
why love if I am not yours as you aren’t mine?
Sometimes the stars refuse to shine
And sometimes you see
There is no hope in the divine.
Sometimes the night is just a night,
With a pale sunset,
But no resurrecting light.
Sometimes life seems morbidly dark,
The moon robs each dream,
Every inspiring spark.
Sometimes all love does is pine
And though we try hard
We find no mercy in time.
Sometimes sadness bursts anew
And feelings tangle,
And faithless strength holds me to you.
Sometimes my words find no rhymes
So I hold despair and you close
And I go on writing – sometimes.
Hearts Still Care 