Darkness,
All I see is darkness.
No light passing inside to me.
I become melancholy; drained,
From what you left behind.
Carefully picking up my pieces,
From the harmful words that come out of your mouth.
I don't have sight just feel.
I don't know if you left or if your coming back.
I don't know how much love you gave her,
But I have it.
I can send sparks through the body,
Or send butterflies to stomach,
Having the love and passion explode through you.
Then it's just disappeared,
The wonderful affect is left behind,
I don't know why??
I'm aching to have that back.
Begging for it.
Did she make you leave,
Or did you break it off?
The time has come when,
I'm heading back into darkness,
Letting it consumer her,
I'm beating softer and softer,
Until I'm beating no more.
And everything goes quiet.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
Darkness,
All I see is darkness.
No light passing inside to me.
I become melancholy; drained,
From what you left behind.
Carefully picking up my pieces,
From the harmful words that come out of your mouth.
I don't have sight just feel.
I don't know if you left or if your coming back.
I don't know how much love you gave her,
But I have it.
I can send sparks through the body,
Or send butterflies to stomach,
Having the love and passion explode through you.
Then it's just disappeared,
The wonderful affect is left behind,
I don't know why??
I'm aching to have that back.
Begging for it.
Did she make you leave,
Or did you break it off?
The time has come when,
I'm heading back into darkness,
Letting it consumer her,
I'm beating softer and softer,
Until I'm beating no more.
And everything goes quiet.
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