The Broken Song

I'll sing you a song
about the cold and the warm
love that we formed.

About the solid and strong
love that is torned.

About the questions and wrong
words that stormed.

Into the room where we made
the love we so longed.

Our time together but alone,
thought maybe we belong.

But you can tell by the way we form
that maybe we're too wild and young.

And deep down I know,
That's why you're almost gone.
Darling, that's why I wrote you this song.