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Sitting in my quiet prison cell… I reflect,

On the love that we shared and how I’ve wrecked.

A mistake was made, but the wound so deep,

But in my heart, you’re all I keep.

The stars at night, they seem so dim,

Without you here my world seems so grim.

I wish I could just turn back in time,

Erase the hurt, undo the crime.

Though my words falter… my love is true,

As I only dream of mending with you.

If ever you will listen, if ever you will see,

As you place your hand to reach my heart,

It’s still you and me.
Oh I miss you in the quiet, I miss you  in the noise, and I miss you in the night,
Each battle is a moment I cannot seem to fight,
For I, who has hurt the one I voiced to protect,
And now I am only left with an ocean of regret.

The mirror angers me as it shows a man I cannot stand,
A broken soldier in a war unmanned,
These choices haunt me like trauma, they weigh and they burn,
Yet, your love is where I yearn to return.

Oh I know no one could love you like I do,
With a heart aching and broken but true,
No heart could match the mellowness we shared,
No soul could clench the depth that we dared.

This war will end, this ache will indeed cease,
If ever you find it in you to grant me peace,
Only in forgiveness if that’s what you choose,
Amore mio, can I lay down these battles and find the truth in you.

— The End —