The Sand Of My Hour-Glass

I sit here now and let the time pass,
and count the sand in my hour-glass.

Time goes on, nothing left for me to do,
but sit here lonely just thinking of you.

I stare at the fire burning in this fireplace,
the flames dance with the outline of your face.

The warmth from it, like when you held me,
but it fades away into another memory.

I cant figure out why this pain is still here,
i've shed too many tears, faced all my fears.

Its not that easy holding in this pain,
to keep me from finally going insane.

You didnt mean it, I know you didnt try,
to break my heart and leave it here to die.

As fast as it came, you took it away,
now i pay for it each and every day.

I will wait, even if it takes eternity,
for you to see what you really mean to me.