To Her

💙

You braided your hair like I braided mine.
You broke down in tears while I wrote down a rhyme.
It's my turn to speak now, you spent all your time.
I'm walking in circles, thinking you're in your prime.
But I know you broke down, when you heard your phone chime.
The news lit your screen up, he's committed a crime.
You waited for him while I waited for mine.
Why don't we just give up and end this old mime?
Don't you remember when we were partners in crime?
The things we'd get up to, oh they were such good times.

The problem, my dear, is that you are afraid.
Afraid of the dark, and afraid of the change.