.

love seems to be the answer to all the pain, the tear shed.

It keeps me togther no matter how much is inflicted.

Sparkle in the sky,

blind to my dull misty eye.

i cant run from myself so this torment cant be helped.

Every time i fold my hand, another hand is dealt.

Like a fairus wheel, some times i am up other times i’m not so.

but eventually i’ll be back up,so i take blow after blow.

razor sharp words to my ears wont ever be heard.

she is gone, but in my head and heart she stays on.

Causing me pain at the mention of her name, but also an underlinded happines, i’ll never be the same.