Somewhere In A Song

Dying need, my heart bleeds for the touch of you.
Your flowers have died in my garden today.
Just the thought, the reasons of love so blue.
We left so cold, the pedals have withered away.
Of this I have no answers, so you see me,
Broken into pieces of the puzzle, in love-
Tearing away at the thought of us not being,
Searching for some answers, looking up above.
My skies are crying for you to see them.
My only world broken, to set me free.
My heart will sing the words "What might have been"
And this day it will be the thought "why me?"
A love so perfect nothing could go wrong.
Maybe our love belongs, somewhere in a song.