Never
I never thought this day would come,
along with many other ones,
things I do not want to say
Ripped from my lips, meaning to tease.
They mean so much more.
I don't want to walk away,
but that's all I can do,
my hopeless, unrequited love for you.
Dead.
Nothing can change my path, as my
life shatters piece by delicate piece.
This was meant to be, I tell myself
But I know that's not what I really feel.
Truth, it hurts, like a fan to the flames
of doubt, pulling the everlasting bonfire, higher, higher.
Forever is a long time indeed, but nothing
hurts as much as tomorrow.
Crushed and utterly lost, my sight can blur
with all it's might, no matter when, how, where
and why, you'll be the one I hate until the end.
Hate to like you, hate to hope, hate to fool.
Hate to accept that you'll never be mine, hate to need you more than anything,
Hate to love you-sick, wicked boy.
You'll never see.
You are you, and you have her, them and yourself. I'll stroll away, pasted happiness clear. I am alone.
How unusual...