My love for you never dies
What should i do?
I kill it
I dump it
I rebuke it
N I blame it
I do all sorts of nonsense things
Still at the end of the day
When I lie on my bed
My pillow which is still damp from last night tears
Asks me, 'What happened today? Did he ask for you? '
And this sends a new volley of tears
dampening my pillow even more so
To ask me again the same question the next day
What to do
My love for you is still alive