These empty days of Solitude
Are filled with stuffy air.
All you can change is attitude,
But Really no one cares.
I've got no strength to slam the door,
Awaked I keep awaiting.
But still don't know what waiting for -
May be for some enchanting.
My hope is Gone, the rope is Burnt.
I see your Eyes as cold as Ice.
If I could only have returned
Those times! But nothing comes back Twice.
Good bye old Days, these days were gorgeous
Your blazing Eyes of precious Dreams
Is Something anyone can't purchase -
They are beyond, in Astral realms.
10.12.12