Get over it ..

Don't put any music on, please, or l might just go mad.
You know my heart is broken, and those songs make me so sad.
Thinking about, this an' that.
When we were together, in my house or in his flat.
I loved him much too much, you see.
He said he was the 'mad' one, with a depression thingy.

I couldn't come in, unless my name was on the door.
Peekin' through the window, see him lying around, and more.

'What do YOU want. Go away, l canny be wi' you the day'

I would then, respectfully,
leave this man to his own grief.
Demons have no time for love.
Prodding, poking at his heart.

Now it's over, l can't stand
to hear the words from singers, bands.
It takes me there, to days when we, were
holding each other, peacefully.

Hope he finds that.

Peace ..