How can you live when the best part of you leaves?
when it stabs you like a knife,
cutting deep beneath your skin,
just letting its self in,
know matter how hard ,
you try to keep it out.
they put your casket in the ground,
dark clouds eclipse,
the sun wont shine again,
they took them from your arms,
and you can't get them back,
after having your heart broken,
and stiched back together so many times,
then to have your heart broken beyond repair.