The Misery.

I write the lines you want me to,
With the words I dare to use of all the ones that you have taught me,
Along the years you cast a perfect shadow on the paper, fade away with sunlight,
I fear the way you know me, love can leave a stain.
You steal my only hope and make me stay awake another night,
I wish you bear with me, stay near me
When the Autumn leaves have fallen.
Solitude, my pain, the last thing left of me.
Seven lonely lies written on Dead winter’s night,
Open the only book with the only poem I can read
In blood I sign my name and seal the midnight with a tear,
burn the paper, every line for them I cried
I am the Play writer and you are my Crown, make me cry for your love, like you’ve done many times,
so I know I can’t write these story lines without you, Lady pain,
make me strong, can’t we be together without them forever
The words I write can only hurt you, sorry for the rain, thank you,
my only one, you gave me this pain
I leave you gently on the floor, take one step towards the door,
where’s the letter never written, goodnight now…