I can write it all down on paper,
Every feeling, every moment
When I hated you,
When I loved you,
When you were heaven,
And when you were hell in my arms;
Every word that made me smile,
That made me cry bitter tears;
Each and every time you broke my heart,
And days you picked up the pieces
And mended my fragile soul;
The day I found you with her,
And I set your clothes on fire;
The hour I forgave you,
And you promised never again;
Each time I melted from your smile
And I lost all control;
Every time you begged me not to say goodnight,
When it was all you should have heard;
Every lonely hour,
And every happy second;
I am writing it all down,
Saying all the things I should have;
This is my confessional
©2012 – V. A. Coote