Shimmering silver,
All pretty and bright,
Splintering pleasure,
All heartfelt delight.
Designed for the purest,
But given to dirt,
The first cut is the deepest,
It always will hurt.
Stinging sweet serenades,
haunt my once beautiful dreams,
I awaken so tangled,
Inside my own bloodcurdling screams.
A sweet embrace of warmth,
Around my empty soul,
A lighthearted remark,
Of something, unknown.
Sharp eyes, and dark looks,
Shine your day into inspiration,
Your mind is numb, and body weak,
But hold much determination.
What is love, if but air,
On the verge of darkening bruise,
A pain much harder to endure,
Than most of us would choose.
A heartache is so simple,
An explanation, oh so clear,
So why can't I move on,
when you're no longer here?