Days pass by with no love in sight, But throughout the sighs, I see a Wife. My Wife, not yours; You are safe from my charisma. I believe in a true love; You can keep your amoeba.
Through the spirits of time, I have had conversations with past lives, And all day long, I write the same lines. Every page contains love or death, Truth or lie, but still I cannot hide.
In days of yore, I spared a thought, To what she would think, if she read my ink, But now I hold no remorse; no love; no more, For she has disappeared away from my world.
This day is at an ending; I am through with all pretending. Sarah speaks through her versesβ¦never lending.
I ask nothing of you, For I am no longer your true. There is only time for one last sigh; No time for a final line to say goodbye.