I Still Miss You

The
still
moon
shining

The
perfume
in your
hair

All
the
stars
aligning

In
the
midnight
air

Xxx

It Gets Better With Time

Lies

Your illness
robbed you
of your life

And it
robbed me
of my mind

Your death
still cuts me
like a knife

So to
madness I’m
now inclined

If I
can’t have
the one
that’s gone
then I’ll
just wait
out here,
alone,
until there
is an end
to this pain
and our
hearts can
beat together
again