December

I spend so much time trying to make her happy, but I'm losing myself along the way.
Time is ticking by. All I seem to find is disappointment and always going the wrong way.
I feel lost. So misplaced. So out of the game.
No matter how the dice rolls, I'll never have the fame.
When everything seems to be coming together, it never stays the same.
A smile is put on her face, than slowly disinegrates.
She seems like herself, just how I remember. Than she changes.
Hiding under a mask. I doubt she'll come back this December.
After so many tears, I feel no more fear, its all becoming clear.
If I look at her like I always have and stay tamed, she'll claim me hers again, never be ashamed, be glad I never blamed, and realize I still love her to this very day, the same.