Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Selfish prys into inner cuts
Fresh excruciate for the aching heart
A concoction brewed from confusion
Paddles thoughts into devastation
Deceit penetrates beneath the skin
Everyday's common facade could still be seen
A love dipped in anaesthetic
From the tragic crash and hit
The incessant battering and hurling at
How difficult loving is becoming to get

The simplest of its form
Left in shambles of forlorn
Vows made always kept dear
Love made never obliged to fear

Finale of a pen-down
In prayers we don't forget to cast away frowns
May the lonely nights meet day
May the cause of tears never replace
Within the purest of pain in these blues,
I have always remembered,
I missed you.