“Why does cheesecake make me cry”,
I asked myself with tear in eye?
I saw it sitting there on shelf,
and “why did I buy it”, I asked myself?
For at it's first sight I did cry,
tears streaming down my face.
It reminded me of a love lost,
and the pain that was so clear,
from the missing of this she,
and my longing to be near.
Why did I do this to myself,
shooting myself in foot,
why did I do such thing to she,
she only wanted to love me.
Oh, to lose something so real,
so true,
so loved,
so missed.
I guess I'll never know,
I guess I'll never learn,
so in my private hell,
my heart does burn,
does burn,
does burn……
here in this
….the end….
