A sumbilimal pain, in the beat of my heart
A falling rain, pricking, like an arrow dart
as the love that we've assembled, begins to fall apart
We made an onsemble, but now we're back to the start
You made my lips tremble, how ever are we going to stay apart?
My parents lack the emotion
to open up their hearts
judging by the notion, appearence, not what's in the cart
I'm sorry for making you feel coherence when in my arms, for the painter has creased the canvas in this formiddable art.