Yours…

I hold your picture in my hollow eyes

It's blurred, It's broken, But it's yours. . .

I hold your tears in my empty palms

They are wet, they are many, but they are yours. . .

I hold your memories in my disillusioned mind They are cruel, they are harsh, but they are yours. . .

I hold your soul in my cursed body

It's stained, it's sinned, but it's yours. . .

I hold your cries in my mourning voice

They are agonizing, they are haunting, but they are yours. . .

I hold your love in my broken heart

It's over, it's gone, but it's yours. . .