whispered words float on the breeze,
with the petals dancing,
as they fall from the tree...
I hear the song we were singing,
that night you broke me,
can't hear anymore, I'm dying...
I fall into my dreams,
haunted by your voice, your face,
and the sound of my screams...
running, falling from grace,
a moment of peace, amid moonbeams,
a quiet night, in a dark place...
cold and burning...
scared and yearning...
I cling to the memory
despite how you hurt me...
I felt safe, secure
now I'm simply scared and unsure-
pain is my reality
cause by love's sweet gravity...
I'm still enthralled by you
not sure what to do-
you pushed me away...
and I died that day...