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the embers remain
Her blue eyes are burned into my heart her sweet smile is crafted into my mind. I slowly recover from a painful lose of my pride, to the dreadful hate I have at which they collide. I hate her, but I love her too, god! god! what must I do? I could have tried harder to connect with her soul could've dug deeper to get my message through. My heart must go on but slowly recovers from this painful spot, where my weakness still hovers, till death makes it stop. She may hate me now she may hate me then, but I will not give up until she rest in my arms again. Maybe I'm stubborn maybe I'm right whatever the case I can't always see light. Every so often I must see the dark, I must collapse and must fall apart. Every given moment she dies away more inside but even the ashes are willing to re ignite. I may be foolish I may be pathetic but how would you feel if you lost your true heaven. Try on my shoes, try out my life see what it feels like with every given night....
