There are too few words
Adequate or meaningful
To describe you right.
But a hundred, thousand songs
Describe you just perfectly.

My eyes freeze and glass
The nerves in my nose tingle
And my throat closes;
Tears well up inside, bound up
And determined to remain.

Forgetting your face
Is easy; forgetting your name
Is simple; but you,
And what you turned me into,
Will not leave my memory.

There are words inside
Trying to be silent here—
Sneaking past my lips,
They make themselves known loudly,
Reddening my cheeks and ears.

No one wrote me love songs
No one gave me peace
And no one showered me in happiness
More than you before you ceased.

But no one shouted hatred
No one gave me tears
And no one ****** my dreams in darkness
More than you, confirming fears.

Now no one writes me love songs...
And no one gives me rest...
But no one drives me insane
And that's why separation is best.

It bothers me so:
My voice cannot reach that high.
I want to awe them,
But I can barely reach D;
So don't laugh now when I squeak.