He Never Knew

With a pen and a paper
My writing started to bloom
Just in the glance of his hair
When I'm in the edge of doom

Born to be friends
But ended leaving thorned hearts away
Without no doubt of following the trend
Walking at the bay

Every little things that stood for us
Were all written
Never been asked
Nobody knew what is hidden

For years, passed by
The feelings stayed
But my pieces are always on sigh
For to whom it belong never knew how it decayed