Departed
Like a rose without color
Like a prose without rhyme
Hope yearns for another
Wishing only for that time
Memories of my departed
Inside my heart drips tears
For my love you try to restart it
But my love can not be shared
You give you make you stay by my side
Hollow is my soul for her I yearn
You pray you cry so hard you try
But forsaken for her I turn
My departed haunts my living soul
Alive I'm just a shell of a man
How can you love me when you know?
Her memory is all that I am.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2008
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