A segment of a relation
which at times has happiness brought
But too each side has felt
the cold touch of her breath
and the question she poses
as warmth fades with comfort
and true feelings hide behind doubt

I never imagined that it was possible
that one could be in the presence of an angel
and feel so *****
For I am covered and dripping
in not my insecurities
but ours both

And in my suffering
I weep for two

For I lay beside a fading star
who's beauty is becoming hard to see

Who assures me I am loved
and tries to iron out our distress
But we will both remain tormented
with Misery as my mistress