The photos have all been set aflame
Cold dry ashes are what remain
Could I save them? Hide them? I wouldn’t dare
If I can’t see it then it isn’t there
Bold bright flashes are what remain
Deep impressions carved by a lover’s game
I can see him and I know he’s there
My memories prevail though the frames are bare
Steep depression brought by a lover’s name
A shattered heart but who’s to blame?
My memories unveil the shame I bear
We ran from love, caught unaware
A tattered heart, but who’s been maimed?
Scars do not slash the lover’s frame
Who runs from love, not unaware
That love is heavy, severe, unfair
Wars crash inside this lover’s brain
Desire versus fear and pain
Our love was heavy, sincere, and fair
But the cost of it all was too much to bear
My desire crushed by the fear of pain
Cold dry ashes are what remain
The cost of it all, too much to bear
I can still feel it but it isn’t there