Rhyme Practice, No Edits.

between daylight and moonlight something doesn't feel right, like i'm losing the fight for the one thing that feels right.

no matter if my words are clever, they can't spring me from this endeavor, from something i thought would never sever me from this or that or whomever.

but every day it's harder to care when i have my fair share of weights to bear and all she can do is stare, never taking the dare til she fades to someplace and i know not where.

and why do i stand as a tree, waiting like she never had for me, seeing years pass, one two and three. she holds my heart but won't turn the key, nor release and let me be.

black onto white
we dance forever
a harmony so rare
why must she flee?