A shadow rests on the edge of my mind.
Here all of the memories we left behind
Lay to rest in the darkness.
But they've traveled and made my life a mess.
I remember the words and beauty they told.
Ones of longing and worry and how you would hold-
Oh no- it's too late. Don't ask me why.
But the memories we made now make me cry.
Now I'm lost in metaphors and words.
My world dies
As my whole existence sighs
And each heavy drop drowns them out.
Being at war with myself, not picking a side.
No matter how hard i tried,
I'm still in love.
It hurts when i try to shove
These feelings down to the dark and deep.
So now I'll weep,
And sit in this heap,
Until I sleep.