desolate shores 

told me

I was yours, forevermore 

I broke the pretty glass voze 

to set myself free      

I took a shard to my skin, and you were the cause of it all

no love and no lust left to bare 

But I digress, I still am hopeless in my despair 

the severity of passion was not the last drop to cause the water to ripple throughout 
it was all your fault and I have no doubts 
here I stayed, wondering of your whereabouts 

...Why?