Apr 2015
The dawn rises pink and gold,
Yet I lay here feeling decrepit and old.
Breathing and crying,
Over my heart, small and dying.
I love her, and cannot tell.
Every moment I see her is an agonizing hell.
Inspired and talented,
That's what she'll be until I'm dead.
So look at the rosey dawn,
Before you know it, it's gone.
As the sun rises on a morning,
Of a poor man, heartbroken mourning.
Yet I lay here feeling decrepit and old.
Breathing and crying,
Over my heart, small and dying.
I love her, and cannot tell.
Every moment I see her is an agonizing hell.
Inspired and talented,
That's what she'll be until I'm dead.
So look at the rosey dawn,
Before you know it, it's gone.
As the sun rises on a morning,
Of a poor man, heartbroken mourning.
Lost love is painful. Many know this. But when you can't even confess your love and you lose it, it scars a person. Many do not realize this and are reluctant. All I can say is, do it. Just do it and learn the truth about your own feelings.
