Post by soulfir3 on Nov 29, 2006 17:45:01 GMT -6
In the quiet rise of morning,
tears stained pillows
another night of crying,
spent mourning
the loss of your leaving,
without words or reason
footsteps faded into the horizon
no backward glance
just an ever slow onward motion
The clock has stopped chiming
and there's dust on the shelf
where your things once stood
heart continues beating,
though it's now lost without cause
cheeks are stained with the ache
you've left behind -
never giving an answer,
to the unending question of why
So many words spoken,
too many lies given as tokens
did you ever stop and think
of the lives you were breaking
bitter words leave my tongue,
but reality is, even as they are said
I'm too angry to be speaking
In the cold rise of moon,
the night fall is my only sanction
and as I lay upon my bed
shadows come to haunt me
alone once more,
you have left me silently dying
tears stained pillows
another night of crying,
spent mourning
the loss of your leaving,
without words or reason
footsteps faded into the horizon
no backward glance
just an ever slow onward motion
The clock has stopped chiming
and there's dust on the shelf
where your things once stood
heart continues beating,
though it's now lost without cause
cheeks are stained with the ache
you've left behind -
never giving an answer,
to the unending question of why
So many words spoken,
too many lies given as tokens
did you ever stop and think
of the lives you were breaking
bitter words leave my tongue,
but reality is, even as they are said
I'm too angry to be speaking
In the cold rise of moon,
the night fall is my only sanction
and as I lay upon my bed
shadows come to haunt me
alone once more,
you have left me silently dying
