In the hush of night, I pine to say,
To send a word, to know you're okay.
Yet I keep silence, knowing my plight,
My efforts futile in the dark of the night.
So I pour out my heart in paragraphs unsent,
In poems and prose, my soul's lament,
Each line a plea, a whispered prayer,
Hoping against hope, that you might care.
But you turn away, deaf to my cries,
In your eyes, I'm always wrong, no matter the skies,
I long to understand what you need from me,
To mold myself into what you long to see.
Yet you keep your secrets locked away,
Refusing to let me in, come what may,
I offer my all, but it's met with disdain,
All of my efforts now went in vain.
I'm left with a heartache that refuses to fade,
A longing that haunts me, in every shade,