Ever felt like the world is on your shoulders
And not known where to go...
The hellish path on which I pace
I muse and long for your embrace...
You look out on to the
world changing, clouds rearranging...
A speck on the time line of the universe
That speck, dot, pin prick sized mark stands for...
My reflection starring back at me, at least thats...
think, mascara tears running down my cheeks, onto...
Why does love hurt?
And ache inside your heart...