do my tears make sound,
when they hit the soil?
do they make a beat like a drum?
because all you do is just dance,
i wish i could dance with you,
my heart beats fine when i’m with you,
but how do i do that with a broken heart,
i need a broom to gather these pieces,
hoping they can restore my peace,
because you turned to another page,
and you changed the pace,
maybe this love was a contract,
and i didn’t read the terms & conditions,
i will agree i was lame,
then i will take the blame,
but you made promises to me,
i should have known that you are a politician,
because clearly you can’t keep your word,
but you will remember me,
when the sun don’t shine on your side.