Sometimes, once the love is gone, there’s no getting it back.
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When will I be free to love again?
How long will it take my heart to mend?
Feeling so numb and worse, dead inside
Questioning myself, is it just my pride
Which won’t allow me to let you back in
When will I be able to love again?
Or is it the years that I suffered alone
Pain so deep slicing right to the bone
Asking again, what have I done wrong?
That you were never home where you belong
I shouldered the blame for all of your sin
The guilt too strong to love again
I should have left long ago, only I stayed
Held hostage to the vow that I made
To stay in this thing ‘til death do us part
But my soul IS dead, as well as my heart
Admit that it’s over, or never has been
And set me free to love again
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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