..still I see your face, when my eyes close
in this dark..in this place...
Still I feel this void...until your there will this remain.
My mind is scattered, trying to gather composer once again.
My curse is to love one,
one whom can not be touched..
my curse is a beautiful one...
for I love him too damn much.
in these tears, your reflections shimmer,
yet only for a moment
this hell of wanting to feel your presence near
is my only torment......
These tears that fall, that leaves a stream,
is the lonely path I dwell
as for us, I can only daydream....
as I wither through this hell....
Within the yonder, I hear your voice
it echos in the dark tomorrow
I run.....in search of you,
only to descend into the arms of sorrow...
as written:
Bella Dharq