Let It Be

nothing more than a whisper lost in the dark
or a melted candle that lost its flame.

the wisps of smoke twisting, curling
so fragile and thin,
like the world that we’re in;
bubbles we live in,
the surface that breaks so easily
so clear; nothing in between.

it’s all gray and white,
a spoilt picture and nobody could
draw the line,
between your love and hate,
our black parade.

you got me drunk on
vodka-laced words,
burning kisses that stole my soul,
searing through heated flesh,
winding through a twisted mind.

but noone ever told you how
much it hurts
when these eyes like shutters
open to lightning bolts of pain,
a tortured heart in a fractured cage,

and a bed that is empty

the place where you lie

the sheets crumpled

and the lingering warmth

memories.

the only comfort in this broken world
that was made for you and me so,

let it be, let it be.