Shades of black,

shades of blue.

Here, let me clean your shoes.

The stain is gone,

but the memories will stay.

I'll make you something more costly to pay.

"I love you,

I love you."

the wind seemed to say,

but really,

the truth was,

you didn't like the new change.

I'll continue to watch you,

walk in the night.

But I won't ever talk,

and risk putting up a fight.

I pull out the piece that had impaled in;

a shard,

oh so cold,

and hard.

The moonlight makes your silhouette,

cast shadows on the shore of my heart.