Finished With The Memories (Glosa Verse)

Lines taken from Rhianna-P.S, I'm Still Not Over You

"Don't you know I've tried and I've tried to get you out my mind
But it don't get no better as each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused, I've got nothing to lose
Hope to hear from you soon, P.S, I'm still not over you."

With each tear that falls, amour breaks a little more
Heartache screaming out, knees crumbling to the floor
Images of you, playing like a silent movie in my head
Wondering if anything was true, that you ever said
Heart shattered into pieces, it's lying by my feet
From this misery and pain, now wanting to retreat
Days have become so dark, filled with heavy clouds
Losing grip with reality, when once I stood proud
Suffocating in agony, seems my sun no longer shines
"Don't you know I've tried and tried, to get you out my mind"

Each day that passes, seems pain is more intense
Once thought you were the one, now nothing makes sense
Every day looking in the mirror, hating what I see
These eyes glaring back, with self hatred at me
Finished with happy memories, only bitter ones remain
Questioning every second, why things couldn't stay the same
Wondering what I did, that made you decide to leave
Without you by my side, finding it so difficult to breathe
Praying soon it'll be easier, that I'll no longer cry
"But it don't get no better, as each day goes by."

Left here alone, drowning in a sea of broken tears
Once made me euphoric, now left with a hundred fears
If only we could turn back time, go back to the past
When we had no doubt, that 'forever' really did last
Instead I'm lying here, clutching this broken heart
Pain stinging like venom, for every minute we're apart
"I'll love you forever," Oh how sweet were your words
But I guess forever, has become something absurd
Now I'm lonely, emotions left battered and bruised
"And I'm lost and confused, I've got nothing to lose."

Weeks passing in a hazy blur, trying to move on
Yet still can't accept, your love for me has gone
Missing your beautiful eyes, your caring smile
How you always made life seem so worthwhile
Craving your sweet kiss, your tender loving touch
Not sure I can deal anymore, pain becoming to much
Tired of this raging river, that's swirling in my eyes
I'm pretending I'm okay, but I'm living in disguise
Thought that I was stronger, but never been so blue
"Hope to hear from you soon, P.S, I'm still not over you."

Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.