Mar 2012
I doodle our love
and hang it to cherish
Then I rip it down the middle
and leave it to perish
I hold on to the pieces
crumpled up in my palm
I don’t want to let go
Don’t want our love to be gone
But you’ve made it clear
There is nothing more
So your heart is free
And my heart is sore.
*But I still won’t throw it away
and hang it to cherish
Then I rip it down the middle
and leave it to perish
I hold on to the pieces
crumpled up in my palm
I don’t want to let go
Don’t want our love to be gone
But you’ve made it clear
There is nothing more
So your heart is free
And my heart is sore.
*But I still won’t throw it away
This actually happened. I still have the crumpled picture in my laptop case. I really don't want to throw it away. I know there still has to be SOMETHING left.
