From the bottom of my broken heart.
I just want you to know...
Clawing through the lace
Of ancient memories...
There once was this guy
I thought he was great...
Mellow hues of a blood red sun,
Caste crimson shadows on my grave...
I have nothing left- Nothing to give...
Since I don't have you- Why Should I live...
We used to share the same season,
but each season lasts for three months...
I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed...
You are not water,
maybe one day when your bed turns cold...
Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...
Another man
journeyed to another land...
With every word
that escapes my lips...
Hello?....just thought I'd phone....
was feeling sad....a little, alone...