Literature
Home-Christine's Lamant
The lonely nights where I remember you singing me to sleep; the times I stare into a mirror and wait for a response.
I wander aimlessly around; emptiness filling my heart. The night I left you behind. What was I thinking that dark
night as I turned and walked away from you? Your tears flowing down your face; eating my soul, aching my heart. Was
I really that heartless, or was I playing it safe? I was always afraid of fire, but fire always found me: touched me,
caressed me. He was my fire; the one that brought me out of myself, so what made me leave?
I sit up in the dark, and pray for a sign, but you never come. I barely sing anymore, m