Whats Left?

I opened the doors,
the doors to whats
left of a cold black heart.
A heart that hurts everyday.

Couldnt stop the pain
until you came, you
were like a cure.
A cure that healed
my heart little by little,
recovering the broken pieces
of a poor heart.

The happiness I got
was from you, you
were like a doze
of daily happy pills.
Soon the effect of
the happy pills
I got ward off.

Why did you have to go?
You left me stranded
in the middle of a
happy road.

Nooooo O Noooo!!!

Here it comes,
it came, the hurt
has return and wont go.
Once again it became a
Cold Black Heart.
But this time its
more worse, you left
me with less pieces of a broken heart.

It might look like
I am making you the enemy.
But your not, you will
never be the enemy.

You have left me with
some wonderful memories,
But when I think of
them they make me
sad cause I will never
have another great memory
with you.

Why.... Why..... Why
did you have to stab
me in the heart and
leave a internal scar.
All I have is memories
and a Black Cold Heart!

Copyright © Paul Salazar