Count the nights
hypnotizing mists
Sad sights come
then,
Painful flights
and
heartbreaking goodbyes
Fantasies, a form of sanity
then,
realization and sighs
No need for clarity
Tender and stiging pain
Clutches an aching soul.
Loneliness, the creation of woe
Pouring rain
left out in the cold
Explanations potray desperation
and
a broken love song
Again the past smothers every reason
of
much needed release
Hopes like the carrying wind
kissing the fresh wounds
I still love you
why have you forgotten?
now
I'm tortured
The imprisonment of cheated love
