Two minds collide,
yours and mine,
how we try to define these feelings inside.
I’ll fated this outcome it seems. A tragedy.
If only you were and if only I were, in a time we both could be, this dream would no be so melancholy.
Alas, ’tis not so.
The tragedy of two, me and you.
Yet, in wayward thoughts, I think of you: a danger looms. There lies a loyalty in you undefined. A hidden weakness I see inside.
It comes to me in dreams, my heart it does consume: In my time of most need, when I cannot think or bearly breath. Will you hold me close instead, or your weakness my soul decide?
For that is a mind I should be weary.
A tragedy is what I see before me.