Love’s End

Thoughts are running in my head
Empty clouds of brown and red
I can’t help but think I’m dead
From those hurtful things you said

Maybe I should have read
All the signs that you spread
But I was young and so stupid
And now I’m broken and so sad

My eyes full with tears unshed
I look at you
you turn your head
Our love is over; torn to shreds
And all is left are songs of dread.