Wraith

serenading myself
in the candle-lit room, alone
i hold back the inevitable tears
for what do they accomplish
and i sing my sorry song
only to hear it play back
over and over
and lonely,
i think of you
what i though was quite possible...
to never come true
only a thought
a whimsy if you will
that you did not kiss me...
only hurts deep inside,
beneath all the music
i couldn't help it...
or stop it if i tried...
its' what i feel..not
waht i think
alone, i sing a song
and dream a dream
and breathe to get ready
to live
and try
again