Water flows over the smooth rocks,
swirling down and around the river bend...

Why is it that I just can't
get your face out of my cloudy mind...

As a soft, salty breeze
plays across my freckled cheek...

Sweat trickles down my temple
as move with all my might...

The lies in your eyes
and the poise in your voice...

My true love too my heart and rubbed it raw.
Took it like nothing mattered but his own...

Love is such a fickle thing,
yet it is something that makes the heart tick...

Only I don't hate myself.
The pain...despair...anguish...regret...

No more hatred
no more gore...

Curious...
why does he always find a reason...

The voice that used to make me warm inside
now fills me with an insufferable hate...

The days and weeks I've wasted my life
can never be returned to use once more...