I feel a surge of emotion
and i am almost certain
that i will write something for you
because of that day
when you left my heart
like some unused part

so i had no choice
but to start scribbling this stuff down
because i know you can't just come round anymore
to repair and sort out what you had done
with the blood and bandages that we found
from that bus on the way to town

but there is one thing that you can still do
one way that you can still help
it would mean a lot to me
if you liked what i had written and said
because i am so eager to please
and in search of appreciation
the kind that can only resemble
mouth to mouth resuscitation

i am sorry

i apologise for that

i just don't want this sad and lonely angel to die
without hope
without his words
to ever again appear
from an overworked pen
and the verbal medication to never stop curing
this affliction of  love
that i am forever yearning

i just don't want you to forget
what i suffered
when i finally wrenched
that sleeping dart out
the one that cupid did blast
into the cold unused part
that you once stole
from my barely beating heart