
You said you loved me,Forever and on -But your love it faded,Like a worn out song.And your voice it cracked,As you tried to 'hack';To a heart that didn't support -The facts...You snipped,You cleaved;You tried your best,To make me bleed.And now you cut my heart out,You left alone;With nothing but pieces -That need to be sewn.A couple days later,HE came back in,And you weren't there to stop him,From sewing it back in.You're paranoid of truth,Of what you can not deny -The truth is inside, That its apparent you want me to die.And still, in these moments, He sewed my heart back in;And told me he loved me -That it was a sin.To be loved by you, It snipped and it cleaved -Now you have...Nothing left to leave.You can't rip his seams,He's sewn them too deep.And what of this pleasure -The benifits to wreek.And you'll stand back with scissors,A scowl on your brow above,Cuz you couldn't cut out -His and mine's love.I wrote this today, drew this today... and it symbolizes something very deep. Only one person (whom I tell everything to) knows exactly what this means and the exact thing of which I recall. I love you Cam.... Thanks for holding him back.
Oct. 25, 2006
P.S. To Someone Special... "I'm cutting out your memory."