nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

What's Left - ORIGINAL POEM

All that's left, sitting in my chest,
Memories of old, with a chest of fool's gold,
Spoken soft and low, with words bitter, cruel,
All I have left here, from that time back then, my dear,
And now I wish to die, or at best away I fly,
To a world of dreams, with mountains and streams,
Where you're still here, I utter through my tears,
That you're all I've ever wished for, all I adore,
Only its not you, not to reality it is true,
All I ever wanted and more, all I reached out for,
Was not the real you, with nothing you could do,
To make the pain leave, unto me happiness I wish to receive.