the sunset of my love

like a withered leaf holding on for dear life,

i cling on to a thin thread of sanity.

like the dying embers of my cigarette,

my love takes a slow and painful death.

and like sharp shards of glass against the skin,

my heart feels the overwhelming pain of rejection.



like the cold winter chill that goes deep into the bones,

the mere thought of you leaves a stabbing pain in the heart.