Another Me

My heart tears Even as my eyes bleed ...........you With another My soul cannot bear Even as my body You cannot see, Or maybe, just maybe He became me: My life was transferred - My eyes and hands given to him. He touches you, the way I used to: His touch - My touch! He kisses you, the way I used to: His kiss - My kiss! Even as melancholy destines that I feel your touch and your kiss, Reality Perturbs the senses And all I feel Is sorrow, For I know my tomorrow is spent without you, My sky is no longer blue. I call the blackest clouds that brings rain to my soul's eyes To become a storm. I needs the rain and wind To wash The memories of you Away. Copyright © 2008 Leslie Alexis