It’s not the tears that form when my heart tears.
It’s not the blood that flows when desperation bites.
It’s not the sting that stabs when I remember my fears,
Nor the loneliness that comes when they off the lights.
The scenes that play when I’m separated,
The feeling of long lost love being propagated,
It is the hope that you are going to go on,
Amidst the possibility of you never being there…