The night dissolves in tears, a passing ghost,
The day departs, a tear-stained, fading coast.
Like shattered glass upon a cold, hard floor,
My broken heart, a fragment to deplore.
The night surrenders, weeping in the gloom,
The day retreats, consumed by silent tomb.
Your memory arrives, a wounding dart,
And I am broken, torn apart.
My eyes unleash a torrent, unrestrained,
A flood of tears, a sorrow unfeigned.
You belong to another, a cruel decree,
This weight of loss, it crushes me.
The pain I bear, a burden I conceal,
A wound so deep, its agony I feel.
Slowly, the night slips away unseen,
Slowly, the day fades, in between.
Oh, my heart, tell me, what wrong have I confessed?
Oh, my heart, tell me, what I have expressed?
If I called the faithless, by their truthful name,
If I called the faithless, in the flickering flame.
|
