Beneath My Pages

Fate has taken you away from me

Yet the perfume of your body 

still lingers across the room,

the huskiness of your voice 

still resonates in between the walls,

as for my love to you;

they are still alive beneath my pages.

I call upon the wind 

to carry away my words

so they reach you

translucent and pure

for they are still alive

beneath my pages.

The Old me

I'm mourning for the old me that is lost
I'm mourning for the old me that is gone
I'm mourning for the old me that used to know myself better
I'm mourning for the old me that wanted nothing but happiness
I'm mourning for the old me that used to see the good in everything
I'm mourning for the old me that used to think love was always the right answer
I'm mourning for the old me that had a purpose
I'm mourning for the old me that would be disappointed today
I'm mourning for the me that is trapped inside this monster