Disclaimer: I don't own anything pretaining to Doctor Who.
A/N: So I wrote this shortly after watching Last of the Timelords. I tried to capture how Martha felt after it all. As tragic and unfair as it is, unrequited love is beautiful in its own way. This is my first poem so I hope its decent enough, to be honest I'm really not sure how to evaluate poetry. So leave me reviews and maybe I'll write another or not depending.
Love Unrequited
Rhyme lacks reason,
Every fiber in me wants to feel,
And I'm left untouched,
By what I want to be real.
Love left unrequited.
I've become stationary,
A looking glass into his past.
Left in the crossfire of what he wants,
And what he has.
Love left unrequited.
My hearts been left jaded,
By a secret confession,
The whole world knew,
My hearts freed from its prison.
Love left unrequited.
Standing before him,
My hearts on a sleeve,
The moment lingers,
But he's not really looking at me.
Love left unrequited.