Saturday, 8 March 2008

She's out of my life.

She's out of my life, time to forget,

I roll over but she's no longer in my bed.

The scent of fresh cotton, linen to sleep

waking up in the morning, no lover to keep.

Anger and pain, of losing some one, just

goes to show, that how ever hard we try

Love won't stay forever, eventually it dies.

2 comments:

nitebyrd said...

No,hun. Love never dies. It may be dormant in us or morph into something else but it's always there. Waiting.

Indigo said...

I wait in hope...