Comments about Mark Normand
Her Love Is Dead
Love is blind; but still we see the lying, cheating, heart.
This stranger we no longer know; who rips our life apart.
Where is the one who shared my love, my precious darling girl?
She's gone away and somehow changed; now jaded by the world.
Her perfume fill this empty place; it's all that still remains
Of the love we shared so sweet, before I went insane.
Her empty words and promises lie scattered on the floor.
The bitter trail of pain so cold; her footsteps out the door
I look inside