Drought

There’s a drought in her heart

Oh, the passion is dying

She’s tired of the many times

He has left her crying

He asks her:

babe, what can I do to make you stay,

He feels his heart breaking

as she’s walking away

She said:

what you’re asking

is too little, too late

I’ve given you several chances

long before today

& you couldn’t be bothered,

I’ve had enough of the pain

I hate that it has to end this way

By: J.N.R Dutton