bliss

there's a little bit of you in all of my days
the haunting of the melody in your eyes
hit my heart like an unsinkable weight
his blood lives upstairs a younger sweeter taste
ripe for the picking
but my heart is not strong enough to bear
the failure it contends with daily
too sentimental for it's own good
punishment for a previous life's faults?
perhaps
the memories fade but the heart remains st...