Is there anything left of the fire in her eyes
or is everything we've had been tragically compromised?
Though the curtains all have closed, we've taken the final bow
I don't think I'll ever love her as much as I do right now.
She let me know our time had passed, that that ship had sailed,
becoming an everlasting reminder of a love most doomed to fail.
I've tried to go on, I've done what I can, with myself I cannot live,
Is there anything more to her sinful gaze, or am I walking in a mindless daze. I'm so confused and I don't know
what to do, would it have been so hard to say "I love you too"? What the hell is happenening to me? I mean,
I'm sitting here writning poetry, of a love that's been always unrequited, and I may not ever be again excited
over anything that I should be, baecause I know she no longer has love for me......