We are connected, our hearts,
but you seem to just ignore.
Is it true, you find it hard?

Kept your secrets in a jar,
then it washed up on the shore,
because we are connected. Our hearts,

Cry as we pull apart,
we say we do not want more,
it that true? You find it hard,

at least you said so in a card,
left at my front door,
yet we are still connected? Our hearts

do not wish to hurt,
yet we ignore,
the question "What is it?" True. You find it hard

To tell your tale with a bard,
you say you want no more,
but we are connected. Our hearts.....
Is is true? You find it hard?