Loves me, loves me not
It's really hard to tell...
It’s not that you are lost
it’s that I am gone...
Heart
broken...
The leaves are falling and the clouds hold rain.
The graves are calling each other's names...
At times I feel you are here, as I write
like you are breathing from the page...
I look into your eyes see the pain reflected there...
Your green eyes now so blue framed in a scarlet...
A heart of cold
It’s a sad tale to tell, but, many in this world...
Laying foetal in the shadows
Defensive and victimised...
My heart seems to be interrupted of it's beat
Perhaps our love has become deplete...
hearts
are broken...
Your brow folds like the rolling oceans
Your brow folds like the rolling oceans...
One of us needs to be strong...
And move on...