Murdered...

I wish there was a way
That could have helped me say
How bad I feel today,
After this rainy dusk.

You have ignited fire
Of limitless desire
For beauty high and dire,
And so I write for you.

My story a sad one
But this is how its done
Once start it you are gone,
In but a flash of pain.

There is no more sunshine
My thoughts are all entwined
Im sitting drunk with wine,
And tears drop in ink.

My wings are now torn off
Theyre just a bit of cloth
I cannot thus I loath,
The patching up of them.

Im left with book of rhymes
Where nothing no more shines
There is no place for lines,
In little book of dreams.

My tears of lead are flying
Short distance down and dying
On paper they are lying,
Remains are spread by pen.

The nightmares crawl from back
Theres nothing more to stack
On top of this strange rack,
The poem's full with me.

I wish there was a way
That would have helped me say
How much I Love you, babe,
But you're too far away.

And so I shall Love on...






P.S. narf...