Withered
The water crashes against the rocky cliffs below,
My mind is elsewhere, of days past, of happy memories,
I would trade my last breath for one last glance at your
smiling face,
Oh lost love, you sear my heart with aching tenderness,
The edge draws nearer, my tears seem to flow like the
arrow that snatched you from me,
The last wilting rose, the last shred of you, I clutched to
my breast,
Love can be so sweet, my dear,
The wind whips through me like knifes, my pain means
naught,
It is a willing tribute,
Free me from my prism, I cannot go on,
The day you were stolen from me, from my side,
When God grasped you and took you to heaven above,
I stopped breathing, I stopped being,
I love you painfully, as the thorns seeping into my skin,
Each passing day is harder, each breath is a blow against me,
The chilling air nips at my cheeks, the tears solidifying against
my pallored skin,
My ghost haunts our home, a walking shell,
Glancing up towards heaven, to you, I beg forgiveness,
My presence here means naught, so I must betray my promise
to you,
I will not remember the day, I will not live tomorrow, without you,
I love you so, I can’t let go,
Pray for me, my love, I cannot let you go!
Tumbling, spiraling, I’m loosing control, still holding your rose to my
breast,
Oh lost love, I claim my death freely, gladly! For you!
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