Author's Note - Ok, here is my attempt at a "Love found, love lost" kind of poem, instead of my usual poems... It was inspired by someone I hold very close to my heart, but unfortunatly I pushed him away because of my desire for loneliness.. I doubt he'll get to read this poem, but I'm sure it doesn't matter, because he is much better off without me.. Eh, I'm sure you don't want to hear about my problems, here's the poem... Reviews are welcome, as always

Always (No Matter)

Take my hand as we fly across the desert of my dream,
Look, because we are where it's as real as it may seem.
Everything is so light and fluffy, all the things I hate,
But now I see my life and you are what I appreciate.

I used to hate this horrible cutesy stuff all year round,
But now it's all changed as love is what I've finally found.
Everything is starting to go my way for the first time,
I can hear the gentle birds singing and the bells chime.

Suddenly I feel a loneliness striking into my heart,
After what I said to you it seems our love has part.
I try to grasp onto your hand before you disappear,
But as I run to you all I feel is a strange horrific fear.

Suddenly the glass of this perfect mirror shatters,
And finding my love for you is all that matters.
But then I remember all the horrible things I said,
This great dream has ended as I fall back in my bed.

Staring up at the ceiling every single night,
Wondering why I had ever lost this fight.
I wish it was possible to find a place in your heart,
But this beautiful dream has just been torn apart.

No matter how many times I gaze into my mirror,
No matter how many times I hear "What's with her?"
No matter how many times I just turn to look away,
I know I'll never see you, no matter what time or day...

I wanted to take back every harmful word I said,
But now it's time to go to the cold death's bed.
I wished it was possible to go back to the way things were,
As I look into the mirror of my soul confusion begins to stir.

No matter how many times I smash that mirror,
No matter how many times I glance at the old her.
No matter how many times I scold and hate you,
I know this love will always be as good as new...

No matter how many times I try to mend every single broken piece,
No matter how many times I stop my eyes from letting tears release.
No matter how many times I try to go back on all the things I did which always seemed wrong,
I'll always love you, always hate you, always look back, always sing the same old pitiful song...