In the dead, dreary day,
My souls at last can weep.
For when the sun comes up,
I am drowning in its deep.

How dare it try and pretend,
That it's a godsend.
When I can clearly see,
The pain it's done to me.

But alast, I cannot tear myself away,
For never have I felt this way.
Always will it be forgiven,
Because of my longing for the forbidden.

At night I see this sun the most,
It a loving memory and my heart it's host.
For in my dreams a past treasure lies,
Shining out, clear to my eyes.

This sun I speak of not a sun at all,
It merely being the cause of my fall.

Deep in my soul 
There is a hole
Where all my secrets  hide
Where no ones ever lied

But you found that place
And as a saving grace
Lowered a bucket into the well
And slowly I learned how my secrets I could tell

No longer did I have to be alone
Softened was my heart of stone

Until the day you dropped me
Cracked and broken I remain
Though what I allow you to see
Does not reveal the pain


Though recent does my poem imply
It's been months since I was dropped from so high
There you are again, up in the sky
Making me wish that one day I could fly

Back in your arms is where I feel at home
And if you would give me a chance I would never roam
Because you are the one my heart belongs to
And I know that forever it will always be you

My only regret is not telling you how I felt
Well I've gotten better at sharing my thoughts
And a new hand I have been dealt.

But every hands a winner
And every hands a loser.
I'll never know if I fold.
I'm afraid I'm all in on this one.