To the love I lost but the me I gained back

In the end
I was only a person
caught up in an idea
that I could still make it work
I was still fighting
but you were already packing up

I was foolish enough to be lost
in a maze I was searching for a way out
out of love
I never found my way out
I learned to settle at a dead end
Of shivering nights and silent days

There was no love left but mine
and I had to give it to myself
because I needed love
and there was no one
Everyday I woke in that dead end
and I was alone

I learned to settle in that dead end
because I was too exhausted to find my way out
I was too lost to find my way out
I did not have to exhaust myself
in finding a way out
That was when it stopped being a maze

I made a home in that dead end
I found a home
a new start by the end of us
I wasn’t lost in a maze
It may have been a strange place without you
But it was the me I gained back

On waving the white flag

white-flag

 

Come what may
to a love languishing for years in the dungeon
confined in a heart that hasn’t yet moved on
a love yearning to be set free
to taste the sweet days of liberty

In the Armageddon of love you had built a fortress
to guard what love you had left with the benefactress
holding on beyond your last line of defense
when your stronghold, your lover, in quintessence,
has long abandoned you in the battle

Oh come what may
to the lover
with a love languishing for years in the dungeon
for after you have freed that love, o’er
awaits the unbitter days of liberty in hone

yes true liberty awaits
after you wave the white flag
after you give up the war whilst not in hates
so come what may in a shining aromour or in rag,
because only after then can you find

one to fall into peace with and a soul to be bind