You know,
My heart still calls your name.
And every time
it's lock down,
I have no
choice but to remember you.
It's in
everything I do,
Even though I
want to forget you,
And your name makes death sound sweeter than raw honey.
The winds in
my eyes are no bit of truth,
My glass eyes
right there for you to see,
Tears I tell myself are non-existent.
Though that is
not possible,
You are far
away from me.
I fell in love
with another, and so your chapter was one I was ready to close.
My mind
wanders, and I wonder if I was wrong.
I took the
bait, the poisonous one.
And now I cry
bitter tears, for falling for the wrong,
Person?
I am full of
lies.
I strike one
and nurse the other.
The bitter
truth, not one I like to mention.
Like the grave
digger, I make profit from another’s loss.
Perhaps I am
digging my own grave,
And soon, like
my bed, I will but have to lie in it.
Will you be
there with me?
I may have
killed you already
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