Its pain struck. heartfelt distrust.
evanescent feeling, of love and lust.
a distant feeling.you/and/i.
why does it pain me. I will tell you why.
you are cause and effect. distant yet true.
whispers so delicate. feelings for you.
pain and disaster. what is its source.
whenever I think about. what we had of course.
so its lust that is death, and death and mistrust.
feelings so natural, feelings of us.
so its taking me, the future and past.
its not going to be there. its not going to last.
so I take my last, rose felt tear.
and I take that message, and whisper in your ear.
my soul is gone. and shall never return.
so remember that love. is something you earn.
