Jade

a poem

You think you've moved on,

but you never really do,

you cry in your sleep,

and haven't got a clue,

your mind is a mess,

your heart is as well,

your head is on fire,

and there's no one to tell,

of the ache in your soul,

of the break in your heart,

of the death of desire,

And the pain off the chart.

You remember her face,

and her beautiful eyes,

Her smile always did show,

a most devious disguise.

Her voice did remind,

of the home you once lost,

with the need of dear friends,

and the hurt it did cost.  

Her hair was the shade,

of the East setting sun,

it sat on the top,

like a form fitted bun.

But it isn't her body,

at all you do miss,

it's the smallest of things,

like a hug, or a kiss.

It's the way every night,

that she made you feel,

like the world was alright,

and that pain wasn't real.

But her hair and her face,

and those beautiful eyes,

are gone from your world,

my how time flies.

The memories begin,

to fade like the wind,

but the feelings remain,

strong never thinned.

Now you think you've moved on,

but you never really do,

you cry in your sleep,

and haven't got a clue,

that she was the one,

so why did you lie,

now forever is gone,

your pearl in the sky.