WriterGirlRoni

Tears my dear, tears for you. What do they do? Stain my face, with marks I can't erase. Scar my heart; kill it with disease. Rot the memories that haunt me. You're my disease, my cancer, my killer. Won't you leave me be? Let me fade in peace. Fall apart into the dark and drown beneath the sea. I can't face the poison that awaits me. To fill my veins and beckon my soul. Three years of tears, just to feel whole. You're my disease, my cancer, my killer. Why even look at me, when you can talk to her, but you can never have her. So, Caleb my dear, now let me hear, although I fear the answer; Is she your cancer?