Again, tonight I occupy a lonely and cold corner of the bed.
So many heart felt memories for so many years,
But as cruel as the winter wind,
the love
the affection
the prolonged attention,
have brought with them an unwelcoming splinter of animosity.
It is with love that you wield the sword
your powerful beauty has me floored,
shaking in my skin, afraid of the outside.
Thoughts of others, laid to rest,
burdens lay heavy upon my chest
no more to sleep, just laying awake
awaiting the battle,
the battle of another day with its silent scream.
The cold distance demands
my arrow has been shot down
sweet goodnights are now no more