Plop, plop, plop
The tears stream down my cheeks and onto the
Blood stained jeans I can't bear to part with
"I love you…but it has to be this way"
Jesus, your eyes can't even meet mine
Those baby blues stare at the ground so intently
Without this man in my arms
There will be no life within me;
No air to breathe
No ground to walk upon
I can't fly anymore
You were my wings
That have now gone away
A kiss upon my cheek
A squeak of a door…
You've left…gone away
My legs give way
The tears fall faster
Oh, the heartache…
Come back
I'll be waiting.
danerrr...
this is really good, though!
like what 'they' say: you have to suffer to write
._.;