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
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla | Year Posted 2021
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