Living to me is a crime

This is a poem to describe how a person feels when he goes through a betrayal or separation with a person he loves dearly.

With the end of time

Life has started to loose its rhyme

Once its pace was upheld by your love

Now living to me is nothing more than a crime.

How I once laughed

Cried with you in my arms

How my tongue remain tied

Seeing the beauty in your charms

Today everything has drowned in the ocean of time

Now living to me is nothing more than a crime.

There I stand under the tree of my grief

Blossomed with the fruit of my tears

An ocean in which I float like a lonesome leaf

To love again is what my heart fears

Still living in blind hopes from time

Now living to me is nothing more than a crime....