Because I Cried

Because I've cried
One too many times
You make aubade thoughts
Like subtle wind chimes

They twinkle in the wind
Making music in the breeze
Waiting for the deadly blizzard
They are destined yet to freeze

Because I cut
One too many times
You make all my songs
With their ridiculous rhymes

They get sung in the darkness
For only my ears to hear
After a long night of singing
You regain your only fear

Because I wrote
One too many poems
You make all my memories
Like a fine-toothed comb

They get weeded through
For only bad ones may be remembered
My heart is the only thing left
That hasn't been dismembered