For you everyday I will grieve.

Like the rain on a window,
I feel my heart falling
every time I see a picture of you.

When my day is dark and bitter,
and I swear nothing could be sweeter,
than one more cuddle with you.

I don't believe...
I'll ever get over,
the one I lost one stormy day
to a house fire.

After years and years,
full of despair and tears,
I still can't forget your handsome face.

The thought of your death is a disgrace,
the image of your smile makes my heart race.
In the end I know I'll never get you back,
but it's logic I lack,
I still believe you'll come home.

Deep down I see you at the door step,
and I pray that vision will come true.
For everyday happiness is something I can not keep,
for you I will everyday grieve.

No the thought of your death is chaotic,
as my heart to my stomach it plummets.
In the end I know I'll never get you back,
my heart knows that.
I still want to believe you'll come home.

Everyday I see you at the door step,
and I pray that vision will come true.
I try to fake my own happiness,
but for you I will everyday grieve.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is not a personal experience, but I write poems like this when I am facing emotional struggles in order to vent.