Every year that passes seems like an entire decade,
bereft of your living love that cured and healed me.
It seems that over this delayed time my heart has decayed,
It is now desolate of all of those emotions and feelings.
My world has now been covered and engulfed in darkness,
an evil blight for those who are considered an artist.
A thorn on the beautiful rose, a melody for the heartless,
that once brightest star has now become the farthest.
Your memories carved on the walls of my mind,
etched in like writing on a stone tablet, never to be erased.
It was only your reflection that people saw in my eyes,
but for losing you, it is only I who can be blamed.
I always wonder if you’re doing much better without me,
It haunts me when I remember how shy you were around me.
I was proud of the angelic aura that you were surely crowned in,
it was like I loved an angel, and she too was happy she found me.
But I shall always fall and drown in this misery and regret,
every time I look in the mirror, It is myself that I detest.
A mistake that cost me an eternity of suffering, and I am beset,
by the shadows of my past and there is no way to reset.