UNTIL THE END
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
They talk about it being Valentine’s Day
Well, what am I meant to say?
I didn’t ask him to go away
I did think he would have sent a card
I guess his heart, is so rock hard
Flowers are being carried past my window
But they don’t stop at my house
Oh no
They asked what I got
I told them nothing and their all laughing I bet
It’s just another day I say to myself
But my heart says I am left on the shelf
Just to have a hand to hold
Those important words to be told
My love has been sold
A bare finger where there should be gold
He was to be my husband
My tears are sharp like a diamond
Cutting through my
skin
The pain burns deep within
Will I ever trust another?
I am nobody’s lover
Everyone’s best friend
Will this be the way until the end?
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