Confession

The stars refused to shine

As he sat there with a bottle of wine

Moaning his ruined love

A love- never truly expressed.

Just like flowers holding onto its charm

Till the season rips it apart,

He holds onto the memories

Memories-built in air;

Farewell to the love that never existed.

Now he remains a fugitive from reality,

A reality that enrages him;

The one he never lived.

He dwelled in the Elysian field,

Where he found everyday bliss.

Back to the starless night,

A loner he claimed;

Not by company but by heart.

She was there with him

With her alluring charm,

Not by heart but by company;

He watched as she takes another’s hand,

Would the bottle of wine ease the pain?

Or is it solely left to his confession

For her heart to be tamed.