The rain upon the window sill
reflects my mood inside
gloomy darkness, clouds, detached
cold lony tears I cry

Been many years since the sun hath fade
and many more the storms
I think, relive, that fateful day
now sadness is my norm

A plaything, puppet, on a string
entertainment on the side
was blinded by my happiness
hard reality now abides

I sit here dwelling all alone
her essence on my skin
my thoughts, the clouds, my everything
barely holds my soul within

A moment filled with life, I smile
now dust upon my heart
the strings have broken, my head held low
now dead, what love hath start

A simple thing had brought me life
now I sit up on her shelf
no thoughts of me, my feelings


now...

she only thinks about herself



  
An Awakening © 2017  Roberto Carlos