• The thought of a loss.
    The pain is soo deep it causes distrain.
    As i bleed for you thy mind begins to speak.
    Telling me what to say,as thy hearts confusion is running away.
    Not much farther will it go until thy heart thaws from the white ice.
    I have been such prisoner capturing everyone into my despair.
    Miss you i will but nomore will i cry,for thy sweet memory.
    This is thy last goodbye.