Sonnet 2

Apart, distance, and melancholy
Suffer, I do, I consider holy
Burns like ice, every single minute, every single day
Cold like flame, the silence when you are far away

Too many contradiction, too many inaction
I failed to do, I lost your affection
Once you were mine I was yours
Now I bleed and all I lost

If  time goes back and I return
I will rebuild the things I burned
Oh your face, I forever see the sweetness
I thought with you gone it would be all painless

Wrong I was, and I know it can't return
And I accept, like Ice it Burns