My Lingering Heart
My heart grinds to a halt to day, why?
because my dearest you have left me
my one hope of being alive is gone forever...
I now stare out of this plate glass prison
where isolation is my sole enemy, but...
he is my only friend throughout the long lingering days
There is no need for food, for food only consoles the need that...
you are no longer with me, and I want to die a thousand torments!
My God...if only I could be punished like Prometheus for my sins
I would readily suffer his fate ten fold in this life to know...
there could be hope you may return to me with your smile
A dream I know...as I took your life away that fateful night
Now the consequences haunt me so!
B...
Written 3rd January 2007
Copywriter UK
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