Patrick

When we first met,
my heart started to melt.
you were really sweet,
which made my knees weak.

As the two years go by,
my love for you flys high.
your heart starts to grow cold,
as you think our love is old.

two more weeks go by,
you tell me you dont want me anymore.
As the days AFTER go by,
i go downhill more and more.

The drugs take away the pain
as my tolerance for them disappears.
I start to see things in the window pane,
an image of your face starts to appear.

As i look at your face,
the tears start to run.
I look at my face next to yours,
so full of love and life.

I look in the mirror now,
upon the face that dies.
My eyes are sunken in...
the eyes that forever cries.