My heart writhes in pain,
As I struggle to figure out why,
Everytime it seems I have something,
It slips between my fingers.
...
You have to truly,
Know ones heart to,
Tell how they feel.
Faces reveal nothing,
...
The Cloaked Figure In The Shadows
My heart writhes in pain,
As I struggle to figure out why,
Everytime it seems I have something,
It slips between my fingers.
Why must I be tortured so?
What have I done that is,
So wrong that Love shuns me?
It stands in the corner,
Laughing as I crumble and
Fall to my feeble knees.
Is it truly love,
Who stands cloaked,
In the shadows?
Or is it hell,
Who laughs gaily,
As I am tortured,
In the worst way.
To lose the loved.