The painful memory of your arms,
and lips haunt me,
Why must I deal with is?
Is it just hurt?
Or true love that has caught me in it's web?
Someday I shall know it's truth,
Maybe I already do...
Why must I feel the pain?
Why must it be in the depths of my heart?
Why must I hurt so?
Is this punishment for letting you go?
Or a reward or evilness?
I may never know...