I saw a widow crying
having lost the one...
No one said it would be this hard
no one said I would cry this much...
Nobody knows me
they smile and say hello...
It is so hard
to stand up...
What do you do when
your superhero turns old and gray...
Sweet, kind, caring, loving to all
Caretaker and best friend...
The little girl sits crying drowning in her grief
Even the small things can make her weep...
Like a flower in mid winter
withered and frail...
Slowly and progressively our minds waste away.
Deteriorating to a point where we forget the day...
The waiting game has ended
and ur life along with it...
A sweet scented flower,
a hope lifted from the petal...
With twisted cinnamon love, look what he made
A ballroom heartattack, decaying masquerade...