Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

One way ticket to hell
Nothing more upon this night
Once again my heart doth swell
Loosing so much more than sight.

The tear trickles down my cheek
I see him standing in dreams
My heart throbs and I am weak
It cannot be as it seems.

For I hear myself pining
And only longing for his bliss
But alas there is nothing defining
And never from him will there be a kiss.

His absence is piercing though I know the hope is only that. I miss the sound of his voice and the sight of his smile, and in his absence I may have been forgotten