An Image forms

inside the mind

amongst the roses and vines

your face appears 

its crystal clear. 

I loose my breath, 

I loose my mind; 

a face I haven't 

seen or laid 

my eyes on,

since 

you left.

You creep

in my dreams,

like the ink of the nite; 

sad enough 

they seem to be

all I have left.

That which remains, 

lie, smoldering, 

in flames. 

Forgotten, all because 

I walked the wrong 

path. 

All because I desided 

to choose you.

Woe is my soul

lamenting our sweet sorrow

we were to meet 

forever more, in flesh, 

mind, and soul. 

 our tomorrow

never seen

never 

played a single beat. 

star-crossed 

in love.