pedestal built of stone

why do I still think about you as my hero
my support, my soulmate and true love
trying to ignore the pangs of my heart
slowly trudging forward to rise above

when I think about you day or night
I often wonder if you ever think of me
I look for answers in the stars and moon
and ponder if I said goodbye to soon

does goodbye really mean it's over
or is it just a way to deal with sorrow
it's difficult to have thoughts of the future
when I can't even think about tomorrow

once my hero, it's hard to fall from grace
perched on a pedestal built of stone
creating an imaginary, wonderful illusion
about someone that's practically unknown



© Abbye



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