Here, in my bed, I try to sleep.
So, in my dreams, your heart I can keep.
I toss and turn,
My heart not ready to learn.
Not ready to learn that we are through,
Not ready to learn what it must do.
What it must do is let you go,
Now why is the world spinning slow?
The time it does fail to pass,
While I continually be more of an ass.
Onto my pillow, my tears begin to fall.
My voice, your name it begins to call.
The little sleep that I do find,
The dreams I have make it not kind.
Ever since you said "No,"
My head began to spin real slow.
My life, now quite insane.
My life, now I know not where to aim.
My heart, how it now does burn,
For a love which you won't return.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Chakros, in the year 66 MA.