You Are

You are a magazine that i can't subscribe,
You are a person that i can't describe,
You were the one, who took my heart,
You were the one who tore it apart.

I'm tired of picking up the pieces that you leave behind,
Just to mend this broken heart of mine
You are like a radio that constantly plays love songs.

You are like a window with long glamorous curtains.
At night i think about you everyday,
With tears falling down my face
And down my pillow case.

I think about the memories that we shared together,
the laughters,the smiles and even the frowns,
either high or low, we still brought each other up,
side by side,
without anyone falling or feeling down.

Saturday was the day i should have told you,
But you were out,
on a date,
with someone new.
Now it's all different,
It's as if I was replaced,
By someone better,
Than I am.

All those things probably mean nothing to you,
but to me it means everything.

I love you,
i really do,
but please tell me now,
and tell me true,
do you?