Your face was lit with gloom,
Under the stormy dark clouds
Dreading a flower's fear to bloom,
As my thoughts failed to reach you aloud,
They hid deep in a little box,
Tied with me to never get lost
In your hateful love's foggy dew,
Whose bond is sacred only to you.
Just a bleak blemish you passed by,
Though a moment of glee to which I testified,
My shattered dreams were left to die
As you searched for a way back
To a place with no traceable tracks,
Thus, I am waiting while deserted now,
Looking for the smile I found somehow.
'Neath the despair of my blue moon
Awaiting the dream which left so soon,
Along with it, the endless ends
Of joy you gave,
With which my days will be spent
Till I lie forever in my grave,
Nearing is the culmination of my days,
For, the rose lain before your feet has worn away.