Hopelessly, I fade your face,
Quite too stuck in this place.
Carefully I try to slow my pace,
With dreams of you in lace.
Hopelessly, I dry my tears.
Locked absolute by fears.
Seldom do I think of the years,
Instead only your face disappears.
Hopelessly, I forget all we’ve borne,
The things that you thought not to mourn.
Pretentiously stabbing like a horn,
Everything that I lorn.