despondency
Ecstasy is not for me to say
I touch you, you move away
Never feeling the elation
Seems to be in a single nation
The euphoria of the mind is not shared
It’s just mine, in the cold open air
Intoxication of fantasies past, her emotions
Cut me like broken glass
Paradise is untouched today, she just got up
walked away
Missing the rapture every time, as I think about this rhyme
Exhilaration is never felt
the pain hits me below the belt
Euphoria has left me behind
heaven has locked it’s gates and left up a closed sign
By Scott baker