Why try so desperately
to cling onto the embodiment of sorrow...

I'm sure i caught her in a vulnerable state,
salty red cheeks staining her face...

It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen...

I see
her gossamer skin...

Oh what of beauty, of him,
when as close as i become, i am still...

Oh how age does love so long,
passion may wander, but my soul endures...

I know you would turn over in your grave,
if you could see what i have become today...

If only you could hear these words tonight,as you...

Secrets leak in curiosity,
filling a soul, inhabited not...

I can't help but stand on the edge
of our life's tonight...

I can feel it coming on again,
etching its way upon my bones...

In your fairness, your unchanging smile,
though i know not, what it may be for...