Addicted

Strings

You had my feelings,

You had them on strings.

You attached these strings to my senses,

And made a violin with it.

You made a song,

That moves all my senses;

You made a music,

And my feelings were melodious when it

comes to you.

But then you stopped.

The silence was deafening;

You were too tired,

While I was frustrated still;

My nights without your lullaby violin,

Sleepless and restless one could tell how I

hoped it all ends;

My days without your daily soundtrack,

Bored and made a hole in my soul that

aches how much I miss you...

...need you.

You left and took the violin with you,

Put it at your attic and never pick it up;

My feelings left there forgotten,

My senses to dust;

I lost myself,

As I lose you.

Grey Roses