Under the moonlit trees, with anguish I sit.
The pain in my heart, engulfs me bit by bit.
Her shouts, tears and fears, memories so dangerously hit.
Reality and my fantasy, with broken needles I knit.

She has been crying for me, and so am I for her.
Together we are lost, lost into finding us.
That never existed just like the pounds of feathers.
Driving me crazy each day with unjustified lust.

As I sit here, gazing the stars that lit up,
Just like my eyes when my lips fits up,
Onto hers who I never wanted give up.
She is gone now and without her I need to live up.