Sweet Heart we

used to make love,

now all we

do is fight.

 

I cry myself

to sleep

many a night.

 

I'm angry with you,

I think maybe

you're having

an affair.

 

You're angry with

me, cause you say

emotionally I'm

not there.

 

I guard my

heart, because

you've trampled

it one too

many times.

 

You won't talk

to me,

so I

write these

little rhymes.