I wore my love upon my sleeve
but ******* bear the pain
love then was not my soul's reprieve
'twas only my demise, disdain
which I dared voice, a poorest choice
friends left me cold in rain
and now those friends, but memories
bade goodbye in this refrain

I held him in highest esteem
despite my tone of spite
which only for the loss of love
who set my heart alight
our minds had kissed in wholesome tryst
but to other he take flight
so I drift upon the mist
in the dying of the light

I yet still wear love on my sleeve
let ******* knock me down
ones to gloat rather than grieve
as my misery buzz round town
it may be time to up and leave
but for heartache I have grown
the bigger heart? worn on the sleeve
as the judges deign to frown.