Tears of a Blurry Past

As I lie in bed staring at beauty once called love, but now just a blur of pain. I reveal my feelings through poetry letting some things hidden about you and I. As my ink smears from my tears, I just need your arms around me. Maybe just a dream The past is such a blur but you come to mind every day and night. Stolen innocence though some still remains I rise above little things we had, while I drown in my own tears. Waiting for superman may of been too much of a fairytale All but you becomes a blur While my life goes on day by day with sleepless nights Yet the beauty of this all it'll become a blur soon again After rejection comes depression After depression comes devastation After that writing is worthless in cases of a broken heart