My heart is dashed upon the stone
of misunderstanding and
shatters into shards of anger
and grief beyond the unbearable;
The sweet taste of love turned bitter
like wine into vinigar.
This too shall pass
and I will awaken
into a new day's morn,
the dew of dawn's hope fresh upon me,
sunlight's warm rays to heal my soul.
Will you find me there
or are you lost in the illusion
of self-gratification, controlled
by the mistress; the lady in white
who consumes your soul?
It's your choice.
of misunderstanding and
shatters into shards of anger
and grief beyond the unbearable;
The sweet taste of love turned bitter
like wine into vinigar.
This too shall pass
and I will awaken
into a new day's morn,
the dew of dawn's hope fresh upon me,
sunlight's warm rays to heal my soul.
Will you find me there
or are you lost in the illusion
of self-gratification, controlled
by the mistress; the lady in white
who consumes your soul?
It's your choice.


Ness