Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my
Someone once said
if you love someone
you should set them free.
My gift to you,
is to let you be -
Be free to live your life
without a, 'you and me'.
Because.
I can't stop loving you
even, though I've tried.
Tonight my love.
It is I,
who must,
'Die'.
Do not fret.
The immortal life awaits
and I am not afraid.
Those grey skies
I promise you,
will once more
turn a glorious summer blue.
New dawns
will bring new beginnings
and the heavens above,
will bathe you in a sea of bright light.
One day you will awaken
and realise
your heart,
no longer bleeds for me.
My spirit will still fly free, of course.
Still soar