Feelings of Love Lost in Translation and History

 What is masquerading as a dissipated dream following my every tread?

When every backward glance surrenders more of a forgotten heart

Forgotten for conscience's sake, but begotten for what love intends

I shall not say it haunts me but rather reminds me of loves hardest part

Every sign is another story to fade into the night

Every breath is a memory that is just passing through

Every intention is revealed under each illuminated street light

And every star is a wish that never came true

And truth be told, guilt holds my hand just as loving as a promise

There are untold stories that can only be read from silent eyes

And the slightest breeze has diminished the dreams vividness

But it still lives in curious minds and only comes out for a cry time to time

Every step is a struggle between necessity and morality

Every whisper is a longing feeling my heavy heart has known

Every blink is an emotion that has gotten the best of me

But inside there is a soul that has grown.

A poem. 11th grade