Time and time herself has captured me again
I'm peering down this darkness,
Toward something that used to be
Know not I what is meant to become of me
I can no longer recall some of the things I once stated of myself.
I'm sorry. I cannot believe.
Before we met, I had made a habit of this expression,
Stating that actions speak louder than words.
Influence of your "love" came crashing down
Driving me far from that lonely, dark and bitter world in which I once called my life.
I broke a heart and tore a life apart.
Just to be with you.
Your sweet words of poetry seeped through open wounds
Reached deeper and closer to this weary heart
You delivered words so engaging that not even the most bitter of a person could oppose
Why did you call me an angel, dear friend?
An angel, but anything I am.
And you knew this all too well.
You dissected and read my weary heart as if it included an instruction manual
To decipher my deepest flaws, fears, dreams and pain.
Down to the core, I allowed y