Dear Me,
Please take into consideration...

My soul is so tired,
(So weak...

You are,
The grains of sand...

Behind each painting,
Lies an echo of pain...

Behind these shattered eyes, dwells a portrait.
Frozen images, of hardened regret...

-I believe,
In the power of heartache...

A vagabond,
I used to be...

Your love-
It has taught me two things...

It's the little things in life-
The blessings...

My Love,
I'm watching you...

I’ve become a prisoner-
A hostage...

(Then)
It's the letting go I can't seem to do...