I  was just sixteen ,you made me a bleeder .
Bleary,mawkishly, sentimentally bleating about a shuttered heart,
it is a shame on my heart you carved your name ,
so i will pick the pieces and mend it
and you will still be my heart sheath.


On my knees ,on my feet your memories are still revolting
for my world with you was a chain of pain bleeding
you knew my love for you woven with cupid
so you neatly folded my chest
and i lost breath.


In you i sought a fairy tale, one with obviously a happy ending
but to death you smothered perfect love
and exposed my soul to infinity emptiness
you cursed me with  a permanent dismal emotional frenzy
and in love i lost faith.


i taught my heart to glow devoid of you
i trained my patched up glitchy heart to pump again
i cleared the echoes of grief inside my soul
and i will love again i surely will
as i perpetually set my bloomers beneath .