The Genius of the Hole

The past is a gaping hole
I saw it's dark glimpses...agonizing my lost love
No matter how I reach for it
My fingertips couldn't tip it's tale

I live my life with a tortured soul
Her love mesmerized me
Through my inner core...

Her death had left me breathless
Sleeping tears awoke my heart
I was sad...for freeing her soul
I confess...I did come back
To the day when
I last saw her...

I can't forget her...so i looked for a way
In the past I have fallen...like an angel
It avoided me...the hole of my dreams and hopes
I was blinded by desire...and my love for her