I sit upon an empty shelf
Collecting dust my
Voice only reaching myself f
As
I watch you scatter about
Far
too busy to notice
My
heart full of doubt
While
I look around I see
Memories
of us surrounding
All
of me
My
broken heart begins to bleed
As
I cry on bended knee
I
sit so close now that I can see
The
pleasure In your eyes
My
busy little bee
The
pleasure that rest
In
your eyes as
I
bleed and bleed
Now
you are asleep
As
you dream so happily
While
I sit next to you and bleed
I
lean down to kiss
You
one last time
As
my soul drifts off
Into
space and time
I
remember how much
You
meant to me
But
somehow you
Just
couldn’t see
So
for now this
Is
just an
Invisible
story.
