Spare Button
You pierced my heart a fraction,
But I didn’t bleed,
Blood is thicker than water, yet my pillow’s soaked,
Tattoed tears, Future fears, I see your cloak,
The hidden cloak, I couldn’t see, I was deceived.
You saw warnings, forecasting the future, still you wouldn’t leave,
Did you, did you really feel the need,
To keep me as the spare button on your sleeve.
You pierced my heart a fraction,
But I didn’t bruise,
Scars are there for a lifetime, yet you left no mark,
Twisted lies and faint cries, shared with the dark,
The dark my friend, and your ally, I lay confused,
Betrayed by love, but now redeemed by His blood,
What a waste of time, a waste of need,
For I’ll never be the spare button on your sleeve.
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