It started off small like a chill when it was warm.
I was warned I was born, on the 15th of July.
Will I be mourned, living a life full of scorn, the only thing that burns.
My heart in a black horne, you’re the music to my soul, one more visit and now I know you have grown.
I can’t let you go.
We have bonded more than predicted, with happiness afflicted your love stays encrypted, sown into my DNA.
They don’t want you to stay, but you’ve changed my life, things I didn’t see as worthy are now precious to me.
I needed to see what life was like without you.