Spencer Robertshaw writes of heartache and romantic break-up in the latest poem in his 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry column.
We were two as one No one could do us done Time was the gift we had Now you're gone I'm the one wrong You paint me black and bad But you your back Taking up the slack Saying please help me I'm sad How dare you say you're sorry How date you say you miss me How dare you say your pain Your tears are acid rain How dare you say you're sorry How date you say you miss me How dare you say your pain Your tears are acid rain Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of pain Cry me a river so intense The song remains the same Lady sings the blues Weeping keeping low Stepped on her blue suede shoes Got nowhere to go The sun forgets to shine The birds forget to sing All that's left is silence Empty from within How dare you say you're sorry How date you say you miss me How dare you say your pain Your tears are acid rain How dare you say you're sorry How date you say you miss me How dare you say your pain Your tears are acid rain