so, the beginning to the end?
or just the end to the beginning.
your love turned to just a friend,
you left my head spinning.
now I'm left to pick myself up,
off this cold hard ground.
you left me like a stray pup,
alone, lost, waiting to be found.
the sun comes up over the hill,
but its warming rays miss my face.
and I'm left in the cold to chill,
which burns my eyes like mace.
or maybe its the tears that burn,
that race down my red cheeks.
it was your voice that was stern,
and told me, it was your turn to speak.
so I let you speak your word,
and it ripped through me like a sword.
and just like I said I heard,
your eyes hit me like a dart board.