Sorrow sings
her kisses in silence
and adjusts the blinds to keep the light
from mocking everything i feel
she dances slowly
a silhouette upon the curtains
but her eyes seem to cry
only empty tears
i beg for comfort with inadequate verse
it meant so much to me...and so little to her
and i am sinking into a mountain of self pity
why can't i simply disregard all the things i feel?
"where is my angel when i need him most?"
"tell me now where did he go?"