I am still in that sleep, the sleep that drowns love to its death.
I loved, and so shackles fell upon these feet— is the blame mine alone?
If you left breaking my heart, why did you return after your heart had changed?
The one I lost— she is someone else now, you are not her at all!
Even when moonlight spills, does everyone still glimpse the moon?
Whatever lay outside me turned away at first sight— it will turn away again, bleeding my heart dry within!
Though the person returns, trust never comes back.
Because I have not died yet, I love! Because I still love, I turned you away!
Wonderful Writing your a amazing writer