We picked that necklace together,

Remember?

The smooth silver chain,

With the black heart pendant.

You laughed and said,

‘Hearts aren’t really black!’

Well mine is,

Since you left.

My heart is slowly,

Turning black.

Without you,

It slowly turns black.

You made me happy,

Made my heart happy.

Now your gone,

And I’m sad.

My heart slowly,

Turns black.