A garden alas, my soul is left in,
While I write sonnets to my broken heart...
Killed me with a fantasy
That clearly wouldn't ever be...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
A million times I've missed you,
a million times I've cried...
I don't smile like i used to
or laugh like i did before...
Ive been thinking about you every day.
Hoping you'll come back and stay...
I'm sitting here remembering
All the good times we've had...
Lately I have been feeling
Like we are falling apart...
I fell for you so hard
i thought that you did too...
I wish i could just see her face just one more...
I sit here, thinking
About all the lies you have told...
You hurt me so much
when you don't even try...