From the summers warmth
to the winter's cold
my heart still aches
from love now old
the darkness soaks
the love now bleeds
my heart decaying
the anger seeds
emotions spin
the sorrow flows
my eyse shut tight
the light now goes
a wet cold tear
rolls down my eyes
my heart slows down
the love slowly dies
Evy Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hurting-inside/
