Many a time have my thoughts been filled from day to night, with her.
Day to night and night to day, I’ve loved, but only her.
The times I heard her love me too,
were only ever sometimes true.
I loved a soul who loved no soul,
and so, I had to lose my soul.
Tonight, I write the saddest lines.
Through nights like this, I’ve wet my sheets
with salty streams of wasted love.
Muffled sobs of a lovelorn heart
could be heard from beneath my pillow.
She loved me sometimes and I loved her too.
Tonight, I write the saddest lines.
Through nights like this, I’ve walked the earth
wielding her hand in mine.
Beneath the gaze of a moonlit sky,
her smile did kindle mine.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Tonight, I write the saddest lines.
Through nights like this, I’ve plied myself
with endless rounds of bottled joy.
Amidst the noisy human sea,
that formed as the sun fell fast asleep.
I sat and smiled with joy in hand as thoughts of her lulled me to sleep.
I no longer love her,
I know.
But I did, I truly did.
How could I not?
Through nights like this, we laughed and danced.
To tunes of glee, as truth strummed away at our ecstatic souls.
I no longer love her, I know.
But maybe I love her.
Love is weak, it’s forgetting that’s hard to beat.
Tonight, I write the saddest lines.
Alas!
This is the final pain she will make me suffer.
And these, the last verses I will write for her.