6:02 PM

I can't conquer the blues,

as everyday that passes,

the more I miss you,

I dream of your words,

but my life is now empty,

of them, and towards,

me they shall never come,

like a rose without beauty,

I feel stuck in a state of numb,

I wish things did not go the way they did,

and things could change

and all these ill feeling we could get rid,
and rebuild what fell apart,
and begin a new,
from a new start.