a portion of courage is leading me,
i have written enough letters,
if you hear these solemn words know its me,
the sun has scotched all the nectar.
am surrounded by an outwit debt of promise,
that to the grave my heart will still keep,
and as dew starts to form on my eyes,
... i know you too will keep.
how do i say i miss you,
when each time you call i sink into idle tears,
the sensation in your voice,
and the images of your beauty seem to sever for years.
i wish i'd see the garden of flowers in your eyes,
maybe the rock of truth will sink,
that the new skins on my broken heart is a world of lies,
and is ending in the next blink.
i cant lie that i am ok,
when a deep loneliness has swept me,
come and be by me, my love,
and complete my world....