Wind torn tattered excuse of a heart
now moving ever so slightly in the breeze
Hanging from its line
remembering a time
when we both would melt like ice on a hot July day

Times that tell of movie theater kisses
and eyelash wishes
I wished that I could somehow stop time
but time kept moving on
And at some point it left me behind

I don't mean to sound ungrateful
This is way before you proved unfaithful
During a time
when I would count the freckles on your back
and create my own personal constellations
And make my own personal observations
about how I liked your hair
either up or down

Time kept moving on and so did you
Far past those days that made
love stories for our souls
and left us with just deep dark holes
Too dark to see what was left behind

Maybe its all for the best
And someday I'll be doing fine
But at the moment its seems as though
the only thing I have to show
Is a tattered heart hanging from a line