Chapter 484

When You Come

My heart is now a lemon
It was once a ripe plum
It has been slowly shredded
Now nothing more than chum

I want to shout my feelings
Yet I cower and remain mum
Waiting for a scrap
Even the smallest crumb

It would be nice to sing
Or at least even hum
To feel inebriated with love
As if intoxicated with rum

My smile is sad
So I am looking glum
Know deep inside me
It is for you I beat the drum

When you break into a heart
That has been left cold and numb
You can't bring anything through
When you come

Nobody