We made love,
in flickering candle light,
we made love,
but she doesn't love me,
because only for a moment,
and the moments gone,
as if we are dust in the wind,
I wonder if anyone,
can love the monster
Ive made inside,
I wonder if anyone,
can love the soul
of loneliness,
drowning in sorrow,
I know we made love,
but she doesn't love me,
maybe she once did,
before she fell into my agony,
after we made love,
but she doesn't love me now
lonely I weep,
I catch my own tears
as I fall through my
memories
of
love
*lonely
is just
to balance,
in the end