Desperation,
In a tear filled voice...

You promised,
You promised to always...

He held my hand
and spoke kind words...

A resting place.
The final destination...

Sweet love has abandoned me
And taken all...

One night of just talking.
A connection made in moments...

I am the poet.
The writer of emotions...

This is not the end of me,
Just the end of us...

Sacrificing myself
for what I could've been...

The tears fall down my face,
Divine...

Careful to tread where sand lay quiet,
I kept upright...

The teardrops flood a face,
That was once made of stone...