Sorrow sings

her kisses in silence

and adjusts the blinds to keep the light

from mocking everything I feel

She dances slowly

a silhouette upon the curtains

but her eyes seem to cry

only empty tears

I beg for comfort with inadequate verse

it meant so much to me...and so little to her

and I am sinking into a mountain of self pity

why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?



"where is my angel when I need him most?"

"tell me now where did he go?"