signal no.3


How can I move on when everything reminds me of you

When the simplest task makes me miss you too

Tears and pain consistently beckoning me

Waiting for a memory that can break them free

My mind keeps wondering if she’s happy now

Is she sleeping peacefully amidst our broken vow

Does she know of the sorrow that I am bearing

To smile while inside I’m broken and silently dying

I cannot utter the words I hide inside my heart

Lost is the will to speak the moment we part

So I’m writing these words hoping to ease the pain

While I stand alone in the cold pouring rain



~ by lordouch on August 15, 2012.

6 Responses to “signal no.3”

  1. Moving…

  2. killing me softly….

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