Once
By Ld Marduk
There was a time that I had thought,that it was...I knew thee,but I found that I was wrong,and in reality—We two...were but strangers,and never did I see,the little girl, I sought to love…but turn away from me—And now the past, ‘tis but a memory,and the woman that is here,not one...to forgive me—Alas, I cannot blame thee,for I stood idly by,and watch the girl I sought to love,leave me wondering why—Now, it is, I wonder,of where I did go wrong,regretting having done so,for alas, what was, is gone—Replaced now with a silence,that hangs within the air,that I cannot brush away,for even should I dare,I fear that thou would see it,as interfering dear—Thus, do I refrain,keep my feelings held within,for once I thought, I knew thee,but I was mistaken then—And now there’s nought, but silence,ever hanging in the air,a cloak of true indifference,that, we two, but share—For the little girl I sought to love,is, alas, no more,and the woman she became,not one to care at all—But there was a time,I thought I knew thee,did seek to show I care,but in this, I was mistaken,was never quite aware—That the little girl I sought to love,alas, but is no more,and all is lost, that I had sought,had but been looking for—And what, but doth remain,in a silence, in the air,a cloak of true indifference,that...is all we share. Written January 9th, 1996 © on Sep 09 2001 02:03 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"There was a time that I had thought,that it was...I knew thee,but I found that I was wrong,and in reality—We two...were but strangers,and never did I see,the little girl, I sought to love…but turn away from me—And now the past, ‘tis but a memory,and the woman that is here,not one...to forgive me—Alas, I cannot blame thee,for I stood idly by,and watch the girl I sought to love,leave me wondering why—Now, it is, I wonder,of where I did go wrong,regretting having done so,for alas, what was, is gone—Replaced now with a silence,that hangs within the air,that I cannot brush away,for even should I dare,I fear that thou would see it,as interfering dear—Thus, do I refrain,keep my feelings held within,for once I thought, I knew thee,but I was mistaken then—And now there’s nought, but silence,ever hanging in the air,a cloak of true indifference,that, we two, but share—For the little girl I sought to love,is, alas, no more,and the woman she became,not one to care at all—But there was a time,I thought I knew thee,did seek to show I care,but in this, I was mistaken,was never quite aware—That the little girl I sought to love,alas, but is no more,and all is lost, that I had sought,had but been looking for—And what, but doth remain,in a silence, in the air,a cloak of true indifference,that...is all we share...."