Young, yes.
But sadness doesn't care.
Sudden, yes.
But death has no heart.

The pain of loss.
Emotions cost.
A hole that can't be filled,
With no amount of iron will.

The burn of grief.
Death's doesn't wait for sleep.
A sudden parting of ways,
In such a short number of days.

Beloved, yes.
But sadness doesn't care.
Remembered, yes.
They live on in our hearts.

The crumbling of paper
The burning of ink
The breaking of hearts

Tear tear tear
That love letter apart

Silence is golden
No word
And no prayer

Tear tear tear
That love letter apart

Don't say it again
And again and again
Its going to wear thin
Don't let them see
The tears on your chin

Tear tear tear
That love letter apart
Before it begins

...

But my hands won't listen
And my heart doesn't mind the breaking
And my soul likes writing
With burning ink best
This love won't crumble
This paper can't tear
I can't stop dreaming
Of what I'm feeling
Every time I put
Pen to paper
To write
That love letter
That no hand or fate
Could
Tear tear tear
Apart
And I just have to say it
From the highest mountain
And deepest seas
From above the clouds
And off the wings of birds
From the songs of heaven
And the seductions of hell
I have to say it again and again
Because its the only
Truth that I have
And truth that I know
I'll say it with my last
Dying breath
And say it again
From my ghostly dust
I'll say it forever
And forevermore

...

*I Love You