Wishing Well

"Wishing Well"
2013-2014

Within a distance ever-growing
There lies a great divide
Such a precipice between us
That only the blind have still denied
But my eyes have slowly opened
Felt the weight of both the lids
Tried to continue with the hoping
But forgot who I had tried to kid
And now I'd be lying if I said
The walls aren't growing closer by the day
Because they still display the mark
Of where your framed picture used to lay
But now, I'm alone and singing,
"Has the water turned to wine
Since we finally gave it time
I guess the vein you cut was mine
Left this rose severed at the vine
But there's one story left to tell
Of how I want to wish you well
But it seems I keep forgetting
That my heart's not letting..."
So now I'll take my pretty penny
And throw it gently down the hole
Watch it shimmer in the darkness
Like you did inside my soul
But the well is lacking water
It's only filling with cliches
And to ignore them is getting harder
Since nights have drowned the days
And now, I'd be lying if I said
That I don't miss the smell of your perfume
'Cause if I was led here by the scent
I would find your grace in every room
But now, I'm alone and singing,
"Has the water turned to wine
Since we finally gave it time
I guess the vein you cut was mine
Left this rose severed at the vine
But there's one story left to tell
Of how I want to wish you well
But it seems I keep forgetting
That my heart's not letting..."
So my displays of loving this
Have been replaced by loneliness
And my thoughts of waking bliss
Have been put to sleep by bitterness
And the smile that's on your face
As you find another in the breeze
Makes me hate the very wind
That's sure to penetrate the trees
On this lovely autumn day
That feels of winter's touch
As I watch you use your faith
As each arm's respective crutch
'Cause you've been leaning on things
You've believed for very long
As proof there's a love beyond the clouds
That has helped to make you strong
But dear, whatever floats your boat
And helps you sleep at night
May never be described as wrong
But it surely doesn't make it right
So go rushing to your altar
And be sure to spew recycled vows
As those of us you left
Laugh through the raising of our brows
As we witness this charade
That you have called a love
Get displayed to the public
Because "it fits you like a glove"
And yet the fact that he fits
Doesn't mean it should proudly be worn
Given that some were already men
By the time that you were born...