I Still

Sadness lingers sorrow drapes my pain four years and still, I hear the doves cry As I struggle not having my ride to die by my side As the pavement feels like quicksand slowly pulling me in we're the sky is always gray Still, I stay holding my head up high so that no one sees me cry When I bend and have a meltdown time slow on healing wounds, To deeply embedded memories of a love that fitted like a glove now flys like a dove In a clear blue sky Sorrow for wish I do not want to borrow hides in the corners of my wounded soul My mate has left a bitter taste of life alone tow peas in a pie had to say goodbye Monalisa to her Picasso a love so hard to find like a needle in a haystack Flashbacks are all I have left of resting in pieces of my love