Wizard of Oz
One would say you were a stream
Something in you riveting
Swept I was by you
Serving the needy;
Vowed to help
In all ways I could
Inspired to hope
And daring to care;
I tread carefully
You might as well be a touch-me-not
Shutting tightly at the slightest touch.
As time passed by, you teased closer
Then danced out of reach.
A master of
Blowing hot and cold.
Confused: I was left chasing the wind.
I had a heart to fill with love
I sought hard to reach you
But you were the Wizard of Oz
A tiny man behind a momentous curtain
Holding onto his wounds like a child,
And shuddering at the thought of intimacy.
Chocolates.. promises to visit..
all melt into thin air
When fronted by your sheer vanity
And wanton ignorance.
I’m not a woman to love till it hurts
Not unless you admit it eases the ache in yours too.
But you don’t care about what you’re about to lose.
And you lose yourself something precious.
I’m one in a million.
Duff said it right that we can’t wait
So farewell honey, or whatever you are.
For the man I perceived was the Wizard.
Who are you: Oz ?