For That Day

When i hear your name I cry tears that hurt like a stab in the heart leaving me in empty parts.

Seeing you breaks me down to realize the lemons life gives you are blissfully sweet compared to my tears which are disgraceful and tart.

When i think of the talks we've had of fun and joy goofy and cute! Something to smile to each other about each time we were close.

Now things are different we've changed into people of depth, and i of broken thoughts.

Talking to you brings me love of spring. Yet also it gives me a memory string coiled in knots.