Sometimes my world stays still and it never moves, caught between moments.

Sometimes it's so bad that all that comes to mind is those events with my love.

Sometimes it makes me want to cry, but I never do....I never do.

Sometimes I hate everything because I can't have what I want...when all I want is my love back.

Sometimes I lay in bed composed, waiting for life to pass me by, waiting for her return...but I always know that I won't have her for a very long time.

Sometimes I will puncture holes into my jar of emotions because opening it is not an answer. My madness springs out and all emotions would return. I put myself in a jar only to escape when the light shows me the way.

Sometimes I sit here wondering what ever happened to my love...has she abandoned me...or is she just away.

Visit my love:...
~icondeadeyedraven