Dead, dying, desolate, dumb.
That’s what I feel like, when my heart is numb.
Crying, I’m crying, sobbing, it’s sad.
I’m sad over something we never really had.
Barren is my feeling, broken is my heart.
I wasted wistful wishes that we would never be apart.
Try to listen to my heart, and you will hear no beat.
That’s coz there’s nothing in there, no more secrets there to keep.
When I hear your name,
a little part of me dies.
It leaves me feeling a little hollower inside.
It’s more than a wanting,
You’re like an addictive drug.
I need you, I need you.
If only I could see you,
I’d give anything to see your face again,
For you to ask me shyly are we more than friends,
And tell you yea, we’ll be together till the end.
We’re not meant to be,
You and me.
Our love is gone,
The wind blew it away,
I’m dying, I’m dying,
Each and every day.
Jane Stout
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-love-is-gone-the-wind-blew-it-away/
