My heart said bye to me last morn,

It woke up, packed its bags--

and left me filled with scorn.

It cackled as it left,

and gently raised a finger,

"Foolish girl, your

feelings yet to linger."

How I raged, how I swore,

I pulled my hair and

slammed the door.

My chest was empty--

heaving--gasping--

I screamed, I cried, I

went on rasping.

Falling, falling, no desires,

no flames, no light,

just burning fire.

Pain I felt, that's all I feel,

days go on and still I rage,

no mortal man can call "repeal!"

Anger boils, swells and rages,

Burns down the walls

like paper pages,

Remembering my chest's lone cry,

as my heart bade me

one last goodbye.

Empty, broken, cold and crazy,

all days go by--

meshed up and hazy,

What will happen--whenn--

When will I--

My heart said bye to me last morn,

it woke up, packed its bags--

And left me here to mourn.

It cried as it left, and gently

raised a finger;

"I shan't return, foolish girl,

youre feelings yet won't 

linger."