Dreams of a Broken Widow
There are no written ways to arrive at this.
As the words get stuck on my tongue,
and all of my feelings seem to be amiss.
Whenever I am around you, I feel pure bliss,
but your words pierced my soul and always stung.
There are no written ways to arrive at this.
Your presence I desperately miss,
I ignore how your hurtful words still clung,
and all of my feelings seem to be amiss.
Your eyes always seemed like an endless abyss,
but there was a glint of hurt in your eyes as you swung.
There are no written ways to arrive at this.
About your love, I always reminisce,
but I still feel the tightness in my lung
and all of my feelings seem to be amiss.
If all of these feelings could be solved with a kiss,
and we could go back to when we were young.
There are no written ways to arrive at this,
and all of my feelings seem to be amiss.