Broken peices

(early work of mine when i first started writing)

The bench is broken
My heart is broken
The leaves are falling down.
The cold brisk air passes by just like you do.
The mouse is running,
The grass is tall,
The cat it could not see,
That as the mouse ran further,
Further it did than he.
It tried and tried
With all its might
To get what it chased for.
But the stubborn mouse
Didn’t give in
And got away down the hole
Down down,
Further down and more.
The cat it did not care,
It just simply walked away
It would look for another elsewhere
On a different cold brisk day
Just as the cat got tired of chasing
And moved on with its life
So will I
Cause I lost you
I gave up with the fight
The bench is broken
My heart is not
The leaves are on the ground
The cold brisk air passes by,
Along with my feelings for you
goodbye