It was the loss of my motivation <br />As he took my hand <br />I had nothing left to work for <br />Nothing left for which to stand <br />I cried out to face the heavens <br />And the secrets kept within <br />But my fate was sealed in stone <br />And covered by my sin <br />It was the loss of innocence <br />When he walked away <br />The memory of what we did <br />Could never fade away <br />The trivial things we used to do <br />Never would stand out <br />But here in the dark, I need his heart <br />Or my soul will fill with doubt <br />It was once in the back <br />That he stabbed me <br />It was twice in this hell <br />Where he left me <br />Three times did I cry <br />And four that I died <br />But still he never came to me<br /><br />Newo Enec<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-14/
