Why am I crying? Why the hell do I care?
Why do I sense that you are still there?
My eyes are still weeping, the tears are all ice.
How come all girls are not sugar and spice.
I should be writing of sunny Spring days,
My words are all changing in numerous ways.
The letters are blurring, the swirling lines,
I'd rather be adventurous than follow the signs.
My soul is still open, full of horrible fear,
At this time I can tell that my ending is near.
The beauty and happiness that filled up my heart,
Is burning with anger from the time that we part.
I don't care,
Any more,
I have no beginning,
No middle,
No end,
I am nothing.
Only the light that reflects in your eyes,
Is left.