It Has Always Been This Way

She never saw her,
she was blind,
green eyes saw,
but did not see.

She had the voice of an angel,
a voice so soft,
a touch so gentle.

Her breath
was the whisper
of the wind,
but she was numb
to her breeze,
deaf to her song.

Her beauty froze time,
but she was so unaware.

She whispered her love,
sent it on a paper plane.
She told her she was beautiful,
asked her to be hers,
but he wind blew her plane away
and it fell to fire
in the sun.

The sun full of grief,
sank below,
the moon rose,
as if it were to shine a new light
upon a beautiful girl.

The night was in her eyes,
the stars in her mind,
they walked,
one sent love,
the other just smiled,
unaware
of the heart she was breaking.
She didnt even hear as the shards hit the ground,
and shattered.

Round and around they walked,
her whispers started to fade,
the smile now gone,
the wind came back,
as if the task was not
complete.

It plucked at her skirt,
pulled at her hair,
pushed them forward,
pulled them back,
a storm spun around them,
taunting her unrequited love.

Hands intertwined,
they fought,
eyes closed,
trapped in the storm nothing to do,
but await their fate.

The leaves danced around their feet,
whispering into the wind,
and it has always,
always,
been this way.