every time i think of you i end up crying

it is april and my eyes are wide open
daydreaming about the love we once had
lashing out, careless, pained
a hastily grasp of delusion
sprinting forward towards ghosts
ghosts of what we once were
seamless streams, broken, forgotten
through dark rainy clouds
onto bright summer days
breaking out of this hell
time seemingly stopped
i can feel your warmth from a world away
i've never stopped.. loving you