My face, wet, from a misunderstanding
I sit here, alone, as my salty tears sting
So I turn to the pen, the words start to flow
A story cut short, an ending never known
I could say you broke my heart, but it was already scarred
My mind spinning from a hurried goodbye
A broken memory of sky blue eyes
Throw me about in a field, coupled with wet grass
Confusion eludes me, along with questions never asked.
I could look towards the blur, but your promises are with her.
My body, screaming out for an affectionate touch
To be held again I wonder? To ask you is too much.
No one else comes near, your taste, your smell, your look.
A heart, drawn to yours. Simply love. I gave and you took.
It seems we are in limbo. Stumped. Frozen. Suspended.
Does this mean that the saddest love story of all time has now ended?
