Many come and many go, quite like the Georgia snow
Glistening in the light once a year; do I mimic a single tear?
Heaps of Love
Heaps of Hearts
Heaps of Betrayal
Torn into Parts.
A killer mood switches the tune
An aggravating symphony plays.
Spilling the seed of what once was
The effortless love I had lost
Por favor, Please, I beg,
No amor
No love to shed.
A kiss goodbye, the gentle lips,
Meet as one, we grasp for this
One last breath to soothe our aching hearts
Hopefully, the healing will start.
