Mourn -

I was tired of wishing you’d show.

I walked home.

You used to live in that house up the road.

And so it goes…

There I stood in the streetlight’s dim glow,

my eyes closed

And fists clenched in the blistering snow.

I can’t let you go.

I was told that the sadness won’t grow.

But I know there’s no stopping this war in my soul.

How could I though?

All my hope was effectively blown

on a ghost.

I feel stupid and screwed up and torn apart,

and I let you go.

Now there’s nothing but sitting alone;

that feeling of losing control.

Why do we have to let go?

Why do we have to let go?

And the memories can’t make us whole.

These words doing nothing, I know.

Why do we have to let go?

Why do we have to let go?

I can still hear your voice on the phone,

please don’t go.

And it fills up my head and echoes

‘til I could explode.

But it builds our reflections so slow,

and they grow

Like these mirrors of us in a row.

I can’t cope.

It was barely light out, you were stoned.

We walked home.

You still lived in that house up the road.

How could I know?

There was something about your dark tone.

I let go of your hand, you departed,

One last farewell and

I should have known.

Now there’s nothing but sitting alone;

that feeling of losing control.

Why do we have to let go?

Why do we have to let go?

And the memories can’t make us whole.

These words doing nothing, I know.

Why do we have to let go?

Why do we have to let go?

Her darkness

Her weakness

Her Sorrow

Her Secrets

Her darkness

Her weakness

Her Sorrow

Her Secrets

Her darkness

Her weakness

Her Sorrow

Her Secrets

Her darkness

Her weakness

Her Sorrow

Her Secrets

She’s Gone