My heart is crying love notes,
my tears run down blood red.
Church bells toll against me,
a chime i wish would end.
A letter he finally sent uncaring,
unkind to write me of this.
Love I had spilled out in volumes,
that vanished, engulfed in his flame.
Now he pretends that he knows me,
that he wants me a friend to his life.
So cleanly sliced into sections,
a remark he retorts later on.
He'd lure me into a corner,
kissing me till i can't breath.
But a knife, his own concealed weapon,
an attack to leave me on the floor.
So cruel love can turn out to be,
a disaster worse than ever before.
To leave you crying surrender,
though your heart still beats for him.
When you know you'll never love another,
that these letters are stapled to your heart.
How are you to get past loving,
by the time the chimes come to an end?
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