Dead, dying, desolate, dumb. <br />That’s what I feel like, when my heart is numb. <br />Crying, I’m crying, sobbing, it’s sad. <br />I’m sad over something we never really had. <br />Barren is my feeling, broken is my heart. <br />I wasted wistful wishes that we would never be apart. <br /> <br />Try to listen to my heart, and you will hear no beat. <br />That’s coz there’s nothing in there, no more secrets there to keep. <br />When I hear your name, <br />a little part of me dies. <br />It leaves me feeling a little hollower inside. <br /> <br />It’s more than a wanting, <br />You’re like an addictive drug. <br />I need you, I need you. <br />If only I could see you, <br />I’d give anything to see your face again, <br />For you to ask me shyly are we more than friends, <br />And tell you yea, we’ll be together till the end. <br /> <br />We’re not meant to be, <br />You and me. <br />Our love is gone, <br />The wind blew it away, <br />I’m dying, I’m dying, <br />Each and every day.<br /><br />Jane Stout<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-love-is-gone-the-wind-blew-it-away/
