The thought of the end

You left a mark,
A memory,
A scar,
That will always be there.

It cries when you’re gone,
It breaks when we fight,
It races when we hang out,
It melts when we hold hands.

I feel it,
Tearing apart,
At the seams,
Just the thought of you leaving,
Does this to me.

It cries when you’re gone,
It breaks when we fight,
It races when we hang out,
It melts when we hold hands.

I'll taste blood,
Of my slowly breaking heart,
If you break my heart,
Will you try and mend it, again.


It cries when you’re gone,
It breaks when we fight,
It races when we hang out,
It melts when we hold hands.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009