Whispered

An affinity for her since first we met, oh so far from now.

She was just beginning her journey, she's back there somehow.

As time wore on like an unmutable song, she got stuck inside my head,

I fear for her I long for her even though it's wrong, my feelings she has read.

I live for me I'd die for her, she is worth so much more.

And then one night she whispered, her unrequited love, but not to me she spoke,

I didn't care because with me she shared her lifes unlaughing joke.

Her voice was soft and raspy, raw and powerful and it envoked in me her heart,

A love so foresaken it never had a start.

And so it is and will be, the same with her and I, on this I choke on times cruel joke,

and she sighs upon a whisper, a whisper that she spoke.

She has given me new meaning, my life is all but spent

and I'd spend it all on her without a dime to pay the rent.

So there's the change she has inspired, in this selfish broken heart,

she's shown me somehow that it's never to late to make a start.

Something new and fuck the fear, just let it all come out,

you'll never know what will happen until you give it clout.

I hope somehow that I have too inspired some change in her,

she's smart and pretty, wise and witty, and not so self-assured.

So change I have and I will try to tell her every day,

that she is why of joy I cry, what else is there to say?