Monday, 31 March 2014

Forlorn

All by herself she sits
In that room so empty now
The dark of the night
Lurks in every corner
Of those white walls
And he
Escapes into his own space
Leaving her behind
For the dead of the night
A moan escapes her parted lips
A moan that longs
His gentle touch
The contours of his chest
And his protective embrace
But he doesn’t come back

All by herself she sits
In that room so empty now
Reminiscing the memories
He left behind
His smell still lingers
And she can feel
The spark of his touch
On her skin
And the words he spoke
All the promises he made
The song that played
The first time their lips met
Every memory he gave her
Brings him back here
But he doesn’t come back

All by herself she sits
In that room so empty now
He is nothing
But a figment of her imagination
Anymore
No more those sleepless nights
From the butterflies that stayed inside of her
No more endless fights
On the matters seemingly arguable
But she craves for one last chance
To make things right
To kiss him one last time
To hold him in her arms
And to know it will all turn out fine
But he doesn’t come back

All by herself she sits
In that room so empty now