Love got the best of me...

Teardrops fall from eyes like rain in a spring storm.

Memories flood my mind like a never ending story.

Finally I had found that one to make my heart seem whole.

Now that he is gone I pick up the pieces he left behind.

Love has gotten the best of me and taken a toll on me.

I try and move on but it always comes back to you.

I see us now we are walking hand in hand under the beautiful blue sky.

What happened to our happy ending we lost it along the way.

I'm picking up the pieces but its hard to mend this broken heart.