Sorrow sings her kisses in silence and adjusts the blinds to keep the light from mocking everything i feel she dances slowly a silhouette upon the curtains but her eyes seem to cry only empty tears i beg for comfort with inadequate verse it meant so much to me...and so little to her and i am sinking into a mountain of self pity why can't i simply disregard all the things i feel? "where is my angel when i need him most?" "tell me now where did he go?"
