Such a shame
so much love lost to entropy
Whoβs to blame
for the high cost of a memory?
What remains
when the tides wash our energy?
Recycled lust
must be just fine for us to glean
I canβt afford what Iβve left behind
I ruminate on love lost β
or rather dispersed
For I have so much to give you
But no mouth to find the words.
I wander in the darkness looking for a way out. My soul speaks to me in ways I canβt describe. Their is pain and sadness and light at the end of every tunnel. Their is a hand guiding the way. It is a peace of fabric laying on the floor, waiting for someone to come along.
Light a candle for the darkness, Missing pieces in alertness, Fairytale searching like the lochness. Where will I go, where would I be, If you were not here with me.
