Every Warm Tear
That Falls From My Eye
Is Filled With Pain

I Gave You My Heart
All You Did Was Tare It
When I Reached Yours
You Defeted and Rejected Me

I'm Filled With Jealusy
No Good-Bye
No Sign
No Texts No Calls

Whats The Diffrence All you Is Well Is There No Care For Me?
But Why Do I Care
You Made My Heart
Sour, Defeted, Rejected

~Martha Rose Gregory