The ways in which I loved you
would never run to naught
we always seemed to be there
when one was not ok

What ever we could go through
what ever we had faught
we always ended up
rolling in the hay

I loved you

All around our city
caused rumours ‘round n’ fuss
hand in hand in wedlock
the laughter always first

We ignored the pity
that was given on to us
until that day, that rock
came hurling, with a burst

I screamed