Melancholy      

To lose you
is to have you
Each passing hour
Waiting to gain an our

To look at you
is to see the world
Petals unfolding
Living without knowing

To talk
is to know how to walk
Through your dark twisted games
Flickering warmth of the flames

To let you go
is to die alone
No hand to reach the sky
Decorating the pain with lie
I never wonder why