"My heart and yours"

Heartbreak at nine

Your words in my head

Nails bit short

I rot in my bed.

Sweet promise of love

How could you leave!

I lay here to die

Will you still grieve?

I yearn for your love

Will you yearn for mine

I lay here awake

Death would be too kind

It's now past ten

My face has grown pale

I think I have died

then I hear your wail.

Maybe love was true

right person wrong time

but our love was strong

so

we shan't be apart long