Pretentious.

I may read a line, a lyric,
A quote, or a poet.
I may lose myself in,
A thunderstorm, or whirlwind,
Of life, of love.
I may believe, the biggest lie,
in history as she sings;
It's not you, it's me.
Yet she never stops, breaks,
Halts or surrenders.
Her cast is removed, her
Mask replaced.
New city, new state, it's all
In just one day.
New self, new soul, never told
Was she, how lost she'd always be.
I cried by her side, she sang me,
Lullabies of love, life, hope.
She witnessed a new break of dawn,
As she sat beside me.
She whispered; dare to step,
Outside in the air, picture it for me.
As 6am broke, my camera rattled,
She watched the sun rise, with me.
Days grew longer, nights shorter,
By me,
she stood.
My heart beats, I'm alive.
My heart aches, for she,
Stands by me,
Not beside,
But within,
Me.
I pray,
I live,
Within
Her,
Too.

© Sia Jane