Secret Writers Business - by quatro

How can I bring myself to tell you,
of our love this dispensable injustice,
my resolve must be, has to be stronger.
How can I love you anymore than I already do?
How can I stop crying tears so many?
When I know I’ve lost you,
not my love, not god himself,
will bring you back to me,
an empty space, a void in my core, my heart.
I loved you, still do, long for you,
don’t know how else to say it,
I’ve lost you to the earth,
may well be far away,
some long forgotten embryonic state,
concealed from sight,
buried forever,
not able to touch you ever again,
your scent on me, your scent on my soul.



What a cruel task so immense,
to know that I know this will tear me apart,
and I do not want, will not stop it,
to want it and hurriedly so,
to feel this grief,
these shadows,
not to be able to breath again,
not to live without you,
somehow to overcome this darkness,
to continue.