A cliché of our misery

Clouds burst open to accommodate your fear
Heavens spread their wings to carry your sorrow
I have left sign upon sign
yet you fail to see through my wisdom
Travelers scavenged upon my lust
and all you got was their dirty lies
despair not my love for I speak for my heart
I speak for my mind
and I speak for you
do not let their words beguile you
It is I who speaks truth and nothing but the truth
How shall I forget the essence of your memories
for the rain reminded her of him
and each drop carried a tear of her fall
Who shall I post my love letters to now
for your voice has ceased to exist
or is it the ruckus that my silence make?
Her eyes have shut their doors
Only the deception seeps in
So let us celebrate, you and I
two lovers in disguise
waltzing around our perfect ring
yet they are the ones hiding behind their masks
letting us weep for what is yet to take place
we write yet again a cliché of our misery
only to be thrown out of our own guild
and reminisce with sorrow
over what never really happened
But remember so, even in the darkest of your paths
that I shall remain your guiding light
and behold you towards the better unknown
So let us uncover the veil and let them see the strong you
speak to me as I speak to you
and we shall conquer our clichés
only to write the new beginnings
23/12/05