I've never felt this kind of loneliness.
I give my all, I give my best.
I thought it was a love that wouldn't hurt me.
These are tears you must never see.
They will fall into poems on a blank page,
They will crumple, fold and yellow with age,
As I continue showing you only my happy smile,
Sloppy secret poetry in my messed up style.
Why should I tell you the truth of my sighs?
You will only comfort me with decorated lies.
I do love you, no jokes, games or tricks,
But this is a problem none of us can fix.
For it is Time that did us wrong,
A grievous sin, three years long,
You were whole, and I was not ready,
A bitter fate, and it doesn't say sorry.
