a poem to my ex love
So why should I stay?
Live a life planned out by fate,
Whenever I try and change its to late,
Is there even a meaning to life enymore?
Tell me whats left when loves gone out the door,
Whats left when all the hopes run dry,
Whats left when your only desire is to die?
So why must my mind on them feed?
Why must it taste the sweet taste of hope,
It only leaves me with a pain from which I can not cope,
The pain that would make the brightest day cloudy,
The pain that would cause the world to rain hell around me,
But no matter where I go in this world of pain,
Your memory on my mind will forever leave a stain,
And leave me with,