turning point

my love, i have thought of you for the last time,


of a kiss, that covered my lips,an embrace that shield me, warmed my passionate side,

my eyes no longer cry your tears, they do no blanket my pillow,

your breath does not touch my skin, i can now longer feel you, it's like the wind that shivered me on those hot summer days,

my sight does not picture you, your image does not come to my mind, i cannot remember your eyes, your expression of a deep hold, my sight does not bed you anymore,

my walks of remembrance do not please me, it's like the sun blindness of this fool, again i do not love you,

the magnetic force of you does not feed my hunger, my thrust for something to sooth me, a painted picture has no scene,

my love your conversation bore me, minute by minute i remove the thornes you have placed in my skin, time after time, confusion does not condem the blood of no regret,

i'm over it, it does my soul good, to smile at your defaced face, my appetite as dissolved, my plate is empty for you.

my turning point, again