The Wronged Belle

I took a walk Down the abandoned road Or so it seemed For the appearance of dusk Transformed it completely I could see the ghosts Of a past vigour Their memoirs etched In the heart of the land And face of the sky Once a sanctuary Distorted into a nightmare Just because I took a walk Down the abandoned road

How does it feel, To be so powerful, To have such a strong hold on someone, To be the reason they wake up everyday, To be the one they dream of every night; How does it feel, To be the constant thought of someone's mind, To be the reason of an unguarded smile, To be the pain behind every tear, To be the center of every fleeting thought; How does it feel, To be someone's gravity just to make them fall, To be someone's hope just to crush them all, To be someone's desire just to tell them about forbidden, To be someone's everything just to teach them indifference; So, tell me today, O dear wanderer How does it feel?