How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell?

There he was fading into time, while I lay awake in my bed refusing to cry.

A moment would pass me by, with his thoughts never living my mind.

 

How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell?

 

There he was making fun of my time, while I wait for him to walk back into my life.

Days have passed me by, with my love refusing to let me allow it to die.

 

How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell?

 

There he was pleasing the eyes that laid upon him, refusing me of his glimpse.

Weeks have sped against me, with his absence leaving me weak at the knees.

 

How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell?

 

There he was smiling through time, why I mourn our memories of midnight.

 Month just about to pass me by, with his face slowly fading out of sight.

 

How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell?

 

There he was changing images, I convinced myself of his accelerate grimace.

Time passed me by without limit, his silent led me to believe that this is finished.

 

How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell?

 

There he was laid in my memories, I hope forever he won’t reflect on my accessories.

All have passed me without a beat, I prayed the Lord to heal me from this insanity.

 

How bitter is thy love on thy self? How blind is thy love thy self thy dwell? 

This poem is about: 
Me

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