I have watched the light grow dim in your eyes as the energy fades away. Never knew that pale pink skin touched by loving hands can take on such a gray pallor. Your body is failing there is nothing I can do other than sit your hand in mine sleep more so than awake which is good for you cannot…
I sit and watch
Blurred lines everywhere
As the rain pours down and cascades through my bruised skin
Love isn’t meant to hurt
Wished our heartbeats to be one again
High above stars paint the sky dead pricks of light incapable of producing wish fulfillment no matter how much one hopes. Fingers crossed toes too luck must come to me….. I never broke a mirror. I never walked beneath a ladder. I found a four leaf clover. Magic….. right? I loath to give up to admit to defeat that reality…