my heart
was never broken
only parted into two
the plumpest fruit
the sharpest knife-
one half went with you

I laid,
at your mud,
the sweetest song I had
though it's not certain
if you heard
leaving there I was glad

I don't
believe I told you
how you drew my eyes
but then, too late
you're gone deaf
and I'm alone at nights

My love
could've been yours
I wanted it so to be
with you, till old-
chance ripped away...
...and you never even knew me