Hurt by a notion in the mist
Jaded by the former bliss
Dreaming of all we used to be
Memories of being free
Missing you is all that’s true
The way we used to be
Before the day you were taken from me
Before they shaded your eyes and blinded you
Oblivious to my love
Sister, princess, love
Held by visions of you
Before you were lost in a shadow
A notion in the mist
for the life of me I cannot believe
we'd die for these sins
we were merely children
Agata Konopka
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-you-24/
