As the sun sets, the wind gets cold, and my lips become drier.
My relationship with you has fallen apart like the petals on a dead rose.
I miss the wetness of your lips that touched mine on the sunset beach. day after day I have more pain.
My tears on my cheeks roll to my heart in desperation. The moon rises and it shines upon me.
In the light of the moon I see you and you begin to fade away in tears.
Falling like rain, with thunder in my heart I begin to die in pain;
Your aroma filled me with passion and your voice filled me with emotion.
Hide in the shadow of my heart waiting for you to come back, holding a rose redder than the blood I would have shed for you.
Desperation appears to my life and frustration learns into my soul.
These stains and wounds will lay there with guilt and desperation until I die.
Your face, more beautiful than an angel, with your hair that swings in the sky reaching for the white heavens.
Your voice sings with the birds and flows into the sea.
So as I sit there looking at the stars like your blinking eyes of sparkling white wine, the wind passes along my cold ear and whispers your name.
But once more, I write again, When Things Fall Apart.
