Tell me how did your care become so cold
And your eyes so blind;
Unable to see that I’m still hanging on,
Hoping, you still love me;
Still holding on to days since gone,
To a time when I was the apple of your eye
Can’t you tell my heart aches,
And my soul cries,
Waiting in the silent shadows
Longing for you,
Praying to gods fictitious,
Pleading with Venus
To guide you along my way
Tell me how do you stop the onslaught;
A war, between a heart that still loves you
And a mind that knows it must surrender;
How do you awake and stop loving
That which you claimed so precious;
How does care become cold
And life continue
©2015 – V. A. Coote