why do i long, the questions linger
in the dark of tonight
the dreams i once had, the contentment i should feel
so far away, i cry

something that died, that was torn down
of times that drift past me
too painful to touch yet often revisited
how do i carry on, how did i

and this time i go on, walking on, somehow
looking forward but still seeing you
tearing and putting down
i turn away once again

a work of art smeared and smudged
was made to last but somehow couldnt
i was woken from the dreams we shared
into reality perhaps.

why do i ask, how long must i wait?
the scars stare back
the memories etched deeply.
unattractive, as wounded.