__________by Skye
To believe it’s true
Is hard for me.
The emptiness is all
That I can see.
Loneliness has began
To over power me.
I can’t seem
To think, sleep or eat.
My reflection in the mirror shows
That of a person with no soul.
My face is long, ashen, and gray.
It once resembled Skye on a warm summer’s day.
She said go on without her.
I told her I’d die.
She went away,
And night after night I cry.
I long for her to hold me.
To kiss my tears away.
I long for her love
To once again bring me sunny days.
She left, and I died inside.
Love for no other can I feel.
Now gone is the only love for me
That was ever truly real.
