I dreamt of holding your hand again. Just to feel your love once more. You had a way to make me feel special.
The memory of love is bliss, but the reality was everything but a fantasy. I miss you at times but the hurt you caused becomes shadows on the wall, keeping me from coming back to you.
You left me outside your heart in the cold. I became a dump for you to spit your bitterness upon. Marks and scars upon my soul from you, made my heart a beating wound.
Yes sometimes I am lonely and I want to feel your company. But, the pain you gave me, is like shadows on the wall and they keep me from coming back to you.