The darkness is incomplete
As the full moon shines bright...

It’s getting late and I still can’t...
Fresh cuts and bruises have been added again...

It started out as just a game.
But now this has led to more shame...

The piano plays soulfully as I write.
My mind and thoughts are drifting away...

Her long dark hair first attracted me.
The smile of her laughter was so content...

It is strange at times,
When I sit and think of a strong emotion that lies...

My baby's gone,
His love no longer exists...

As I sit here trying not to cry
I hold my head to stop the images appearing...

*remember that the stanzas with a dash (-) before...
I felt a tap on my shoulder and others...

At my doorstep he leaves me.
Still mad because he didn’t get what he...

*the stanzas with a dash (-) before the quotation...
Standing in front of the door, its him...

Did you hear that?
Oh, that must be her...