Sorrow follows
as tears fall down
not from his eyes
but from the skies

the weather, like his heart
t'was cold and broken
the clouds, in despair
pour down pity

and the world mourns...

not for him,

but for the death of the happiness he once sought

for three months, i counted the days i would see you again. i spent every moment figuring out what i wanted and after three months, it was finally you again. i sat each day and just thought and wondered how it could have been different. three months i have been emotionally alone. and now after three months, you're back. and now I've lost interest because you have shown none. this time it is going to **** when you leave and to be honest;

i don't think i ever regained myself from the last time.