Absent not in heart nor mind, but still she's just so hard to find... She's right here, my love she seeks, but I have not seen her for weeks. Her ghost haunts me; at work, school, even in my sleep. She doesn't say much, she just stares. But I can hear her thoughts and feel her wishes. Is it torture, or is it comfort? Does it help me, or does it just hurt? Love could not be so bitter, pain, not so sweet. Is this an end, or is this where ends meet? Her stare captivates like a spell. In love with her dark side, I fell. She is my heaven, and she is my hell. To which she takes me, I cannot tell.



