Death of a Lover

April 10, 2008
Follow me under the tree
Boggle as you look at me

We hide inside the greenery
The shadows dance and set us free

Painted red with passion; perfect, undefined
You spoke so softly as our spirits combined

Time stood still for us, it was beautiful
Called it “love”, our ignorance was blissful

But then there came that awful day
When something in your heart turned gray

Your eyes were empty when I cried
Your act was fusty; a vicious lie

Uncaring of my pain, I was left in sorrow
I crumbled when I watched you go

My hearts not healed, but I’ll be fine
I’ll sleep alright, just give me time

Your memories linger with me still
You left a hole I’m trying to fill

But I can sit alone under our tree
I don’t need you to be set free

The passion still lives inside of me
But a part of me wishes, yours hadn’t died…

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