She was a delicate flower,
That had yet to be picked.
He was the vicious wind,
That torn away all her petals.
Her happiness soon became
the victim
Of his gusty blows
Now,
There’s nothing left
For her to show

Tonight is the night
When I tell you
My truth,
My truth is my love
My truth is my sorrow
My truth are the tears
That fall off of my face,
My heart is in ache
For all it’s ever known is pain
Tonight the scars will be on display
While my eyes paint
A picture of dismay,
As this feeling of void
Has become too hard
To avoid.

They say her eyes are,
So blue so beautiful
Like the sky.
But if only
They could see
The ocean
That they become,
As when the tears begin to fall
She drowns.