Melancholy

>My tongue ran
Dry
(Sore lips and no words)
I tried to sing
With tired chords
A melody
Without change

I had forgotten
(Once)
That I belonged
To you
My scars
(My memories)
Mended with
Poor needlework

Your heart full of
Melancholy words
Blinding me with
Spite, and passion

If I only had
The right voice to sing
(Or chorus to die for)
I might have kept you
(Instead of your faded
memory)