as I sat there thinking about how love is a fairy tale and now I ask my self is it ? and even now the memory still here in my heart so why dream did you come when you are leaving? why do you bring a torrent of pain to my heart? ooh if I was the moon to see you every night ooh if I was the sun to light your day only if I can go back in time then I will stand there for hours looking in to your eyes but why?why did I come to you? and why do my heart fall when ever I see you or hear your voice? will the tears and pain will ever stop will the solicitude will stop to but still the spirit is still a spirit hard as a rock beautiful as the smell of jasmine and the poem will always be the only thing to stop me from bleeding and to heal my wounds.
Nights like these I even tried to take a shower The water seems to calm me when it comes down in it’s torrents like the rain yet that hasn’t worked out the monster that my body tired my stomach knotted and my mind racing in unease Nights like these