A lady in the crowd
2015-04-02 05:30:32 (UTC)

The Worst Type of Bliss.

The Worst Type of Bliss.

Between what's left
the lost of our highest hopes
'Now more than ever
Our love has disappeared
'More than ever.

I'm sick of fantasies
Ideals of bliss
Disillusioned misguided dreams
Only to Awaken abandoned
on a fresh winters night.

The time's up risen
clear me out of your path
forget about our past tense bliss.

~Yours Truly,