Sing the Sorrow

The rain patters on the window as the sky falls black,
Her hearts begging for attention, but she won`t take him back,
And the clock ticks away the heartbeat she listens to,
Counting how many it will take until her heart breaks in two.
[She`s catching the shards falling into her throat.]

Her spine is bent to a place she never should have went,
Because she knows he never said the words he meant,
He kept them all inside of him, showing off for his friends,
And now her voicemail sounds -- he wants to make amends.
[She shelters herself from the hurt of the world.]

Charcoal tears fall down from her lonely blue eyes,
And inside her hollow shell, another piece of her dies,
As she sits, thinking all of the empty memories through,
Reminiscing on all of the fake stories that he drew.
[His pencil led is tainted with bitter cyanide.]

There`s a song in the background stuck on repeat,
And the pictures on her floor now look so bittersweet,
But she chokes back her tears with the Whiskey,
Pretending to be strong enough to sing the sorrow to me.
[I watch her fall, but she`s so hard to catch.]

Broken picture frames are strewn across her floor,
She`s burnt to ashes all of the memories from before,
Patching her heart and drying her eyes, she stands;
Burning down the bridges, she wipes the ash off her hands.
[But her past still holds her down with rusty chains.]

-Jenna Elphick
November 27, 2007