It has been twelve weeks since ive laid my eyes on your lovely face
You have ceased to exist for only 8 of them
My eyes are tired now and they roam no farther than sheets I shield my body in.
Twelve weeks yet, I have aged 12 years.
I am not free,
I am trapped within the prison I call me
Twelve weeks and I miss your accent stained lips, your silver shining hair.
In twelve more weeks, I still will not care about the petty everyday dramas;
For no one's heart can be as weary as mine.