I miss you like hell
But somehow i had to let you know...
It's the words that scorn me
But your love that kills...
Like spring rains, so gently falling
They nurture flowers and love birds calling...
On one day, last July
you made me cry...
A glass is for aged red wine, it's my favourite...
A plate is for smoked salmon, still left slightly...
All by himself the heart it did sit,
Waiting for the fire within to be lit...
A robot I wish I could be
Full of wires and circuitry...
I drift aimlessly, through a valley floating, upon...
of hope...
Strengths and weaknesses…
I am crafted from both...
Don't
Let anyone...
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to come...
I guess it dosen't matter
that it hurts me every day...