My heart was red
Now it's blue
Holding on tight
To the memory of you.
Make sure I keep the pretty pictures on the wall
Of when you were with them, standing tall.
You know who it is that I say this about,
Please don't cry, or even pout.
JUst hold the memories if you were there.
We all knew life was never really fair.
When one leaves,
They all fall apart.
Been here till the end,
And then a broken heart.
~a.v~
We all know this poem is about Zayn and the breakup.