Months have passed
Time has flown
for the course that it is due.
Memory's shape
tug
and pull.
Open wounds still bleeding.
His voice still looms within my thoughts
never moving, never swaying
cause me this torment.
Tears marked there trail
rolling down my cheeks.
Blood is spattered and flowing
straight from my open heart.
I hurt when i hear his voice.
I cry when his presence is near.
My heart bleeds when i see his face.
His beautiful, lovely face.
His hands hold my heart,
while making me his slave.
His eye's hold my gaze,
while i am slowly wasting away.
