I Miss Her Still

She left me still
In my finest hour
With all good will
Brought out to be sour

It could be worse
I heard them say
The blackest of curse
On your darkest day

And it may be so
They could be right
But my lowest low
Was still my highest high

My time of Pride
My light of fame
Was the coldest lies
And my hanging shame

I could of cried
or cursed out her name
Instead I lied
And shared deeper in shame

Worse or not, I can not tell
Brightest hour or darkest day
My heart once filled became a well
At which I hope hell shall not stay