The sour taste of yesterdays
burns, my love, burns within
I feel regrets grating me
yet if it is you, I want more

roses old and blackened
wilted, lost, still lying on my floor
(petals scattered like discarded memories)
my mind is a broken door
wish you could come take a peak
(and see that it is still you I adore)

too much ashes where the fire once burned
too much dust settled and there is no wind
just echoes of lost sweet nothings
that you tenderly lied to me, my dear

my only treasure I could have given
(it is not beating anymore)
my heart is now cold in winter
I will see you never more

(c) 2015 allen simpson

Inspired by the movie “frozen’ and the music of The Cure