Thou has become a distant dream.
Archaic and fleeting in memory.
I hath wish upon each evening star,
that thou whilst return to me,
return and ease the dreariness in my now barren heart that even now,
aches in such a way.
A tear I would cry but the salt long dried them up and now,
all I have is a void in my soul.
Ogh by the heavens I cry.
The pain you have forsaken me with has made me miniscal and weak.
I make it through my colourless and desolate life by wishing to fade away.
And a small pingent of hope fascading every now and again into despair.
I smile a fake mask as to keep from weeping,
but how much longer I can last without thou beautiful and sweet embrace I am uncertain.
I send a gentle sinners kiss to the moon in hopes it will find you well,
and bring you back safely to me.
