Holes

Everytime you leave it leaves a hole in my heart, and new scars accumilate under my sleeves.
Why all the attitude when I speak softly with love and gratitude.
You were my blessing, but now your cold with each passing day I grow old.
As the months go on your becoming more of my past, such a sad sorrow for a love that was meant to last. 
Your my baby my son and maybe just maybe this letter will show how much I care, cuz without you in my life I'm dying from dispair.