WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?
Is it my ruffled hair?
Is it my blood shot eyes?
Is it my raggy clothes?
Or my unshaven face?
I shall sit and weep
alone forever
for it is none of these.
It is my broken heart.
My love has been ripped from me.
Taken to the world of above.
The world of angels and God.
But why?
She is my life.
She is my world.
My heart.
My love.
No bottle you think
could make me as drunk as my sorrow.
So be gone you and your judgments.
Your old criticisms.
LEAVE ME ALONE
TO GRIEVE FOR MY LOVE!
