In my darkness, you were my morning light.
You held me up, taking my blind despair,
but then she beckoned you into the night
and off you went, for me, without a care.
My heart died, void of its rightful malice.
In my darkness, my soul, it wept and cried,
as you danced with her, my heart became callous.
But oh! How I longed for your lips that lied!
Your love was as if only a summer’s dream.
Each morning, I wake in darkness and tears.
Your strong arms held me up, though it may seem,
you planned to leave to feed my hungry fears.
You danced off with her; you left me alone;
your love left me to suffer on my own.