He comes, he goes, like a gentle breeze,
He waltzes in and out of my life.
Leaving in his wake a crumbling mess;
The remains of my will and pride.
What fantastic strength must I muster
From my body, mind and soul,
To throw him out of my life
And will myself to grow whole.
Once upon a time life was a dream,
Soft voices under the moon so bright,
No false promises made and broken,
No promises made at all.
Yes I can see him for what he is,
Not a prince, just a frog in disguise,
A fantasy of ‘what could’ve been’
Dancing before my wistful eyes.
Yet I leave the doors open for him,
As I bid him hello and goodbye.
I keep hoping my frog turns into a prince,
I keep waiting for the moonlight kiss.