Five

Five, five what a lovely number,

Five, oh five, together all summer.

A number full of love and joy,

A number I've known since a little boy.

I love you five, you are my whole world,

Though hid behind a fist knurled.

I didn't mean the battles and fights,

Five is my number; what I thought was my right.

Although, this five...has broken,

It's shattered; it's cracked.

And so-is this heart of mine,

But five still wont come back.

Five wasn't just mine to keep all along,

Five was just temporary-I guess I was wrong.