Dark is the night
my eyes that slowly close,
to the movement
of the lonely drops of rain.

I feel that I can't feel you
close to me like I want,
your skin is there
and so is your body,
but not my place in your heart.

Long was the evening
when all I could be was your pain,
letting my mind play the games
I know I'd lose each and every day.

Short were the words we used,
after an eternity,
felt like,
of deep misleading truth.

At the end of my sanity,
there is always a soft voice
that screams at my face,
to curse me out to tears.

It is the silhouette of reality
the reminder of complete misery,
the bright image
of me loosing you to pieces.

Love I'm sorry I am a fool
sorry my mind plays the same tune,
but vulnerable by the touch of your eyes
I surrender my pride to you
and hope you never remember.