Drew you face upon the paper of my soul
Said it was my heart
Then one day you crumpled it
Felt all torn apart

So I burned the paper
Until only embers were left
Put it where my heart should be
Felt angry and bereft

Every now and then I hear you name
And the embers start to glow
No kind of love kindles these flames for you
Only anger down below

So if you ask me "What's wrong?"
Or think that I am furious
It's not me that you perceive
It's just the embers of "us."

09/06/2004