i sleep alone on a bed built for two.
i close my eyes so no one can see.
when i lay still and listen to the silence
your presence overwhelms
who am i, the one to complain.
love is a journey, a lesson, a game.
to trust is to live with my heart looking forward
holding sand in my hands.
the darkness hides truth
eyes with age tell of tragedy
scars adorn the back of my heart
the forgotten embrace
echoing eternally in my thoughts
yesterday murders hope
the burden placed on your perfect shoulders.
a life sentence for anothers’ sin
better to lie alone?
better to die alone