Sorry, guys, but normal service cannot resume today. So, I must still express my feelings with poetry.
TEARS FROM THE CURSE
These are the days of the curse
Love’s not better, never worse
These are the tears from my heart
And here are the pieces torn apart
These are the little things I feel
That show that I’m not made of steel
These are the eyes you saw right through
But then, your feelings were not true
These are the echoes of my life
And here is my blood on your knife
These are the streets to walk alone
A journey through the great unknown.