ArtBistro

     Each night before he goes to sleep,

     She appears inside his room.

     She whispers words into his pillow

     So he'll hear them in his dreams.

     Each day before he rises,

     She makes his cup of tea

     From the tears she cries when she's alone

     So he'll taste the way she feels.

     Each time he drives those country roads,

     She paints the sky above

     With the colors of her heart and soul

     So he'll see the depth of love.

     But one day he'll lay his head to sleep

     And his nights will be too silent.

     He'll wake up then in the early dawn

     But his tea will taste too bitter.

     He'll drive that path and see no sun

     For the skies are misty gray now.

     Because every day he went along,

     With not a thought of her at all.

     She felt herself fade from his mind

     Her efforts all in vain.

     So she packed her words inside a box

     And covered it with the tears.

     The paint she used to touch the clouds

     Set the box ablaze.

     No longer will he have to say

     'I love you' when he doesn't.

     And no longer will she have to give

     To the one who shouldn’t have her.

  Sometimes when I write its from experience, sometimes its from what I hear about and sometimes its a little of both. This is a little of both. :P