My Path

This path I am upon now
seems familiar, yet it's not,
though previously I could see
what's behind our love horizon.

Thorny bushes and dirt roads
now surround me, though I was
living in a blossoming love land.

Broken glass and empty eyes
confront me and still I can't forget
you were the only creature whose
eyes were filled by no one but me.

Now, the comfort of reality I
no longer have and the
tenderness of a kiss I no longer
share.

Down in a tunnel of self-doubts
I fall where no sounds feel these
sleepy ears except those of the
creepy things that crawl.

Call, so I can awake from this
bad dream. Kiss me so I can find
the girl you used to love and, I know,
she's trapped inside me.

The path of the broken brokenhearted
I finally approached and the silence
has created a desperate spirit that I
can no longer conceal.

The thorns have afflicted me with
wounds, and your words keep hitting
me like broken glass.

Why should every love I have I
incorporate with my past?