My Story Poem by Hidden Soul

Everyday
Every night
I think of you.
Oh how I do.
Every Day
Every night.
Harm is done,
what has begun?
Your eyes turn cold,
the pain begins.
Ignore-Ignore,
that's how it's played
Everyday
Every night,
I think of ways,
to make time stay.
Those moments of perfection.
Those moments of Love.
Everyday
Every Night.
I miss you more,
as we drift apart.
Gone-Gone,
that's how it is now.
Forgotten-Forgotten,
I'm one with the clouds....