Lullabies in the Dark

Bittersweet Agony

I sit here,

with these useless

poems.

On my mind,

is only you.

I begin to cry,

not quite sure how to stop.

All we had,

was all I ever knew...

I love you,

but you'll never know...

hatred runs in your precious veins,

hatred of me, hatred of my love..

We were a useless shame,

forever damned to die a day,

now I wither in bittersweet

agony and dismay...