This old house is the lines upon your face-
Your smile adorns every angle...
Fresh out
from the nest, joy...
and she was....
nothing but bitterness...
The lightening strikes, brightening the skies
As the rain pours heavily from my eyes...
The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
Her eyes have become dull,
the whispers buried...
Contrary to my reality.
Surrounded by people...
Placing check marks upon the wall
doesn't make the days fall any faster...
If you could tell me one more time
If ‘tis fair to fiercely love...
I'm stuck in grief;
Drowning in the depth of despair...
This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...
Congratulations.
You won my heart and put it through hell...