Dead crushed flowers,
tear stained cheeks.

My heart is in pieces,
my love has ceased.

For I care no more,
love feels as waste.

Your name on my tongue,
brings bad taste.

My happiness will grow again,
as flowers will blossom,
and tears will dry.

Hollowed and empty seemed to be your tune

Playing on the piano in the crowded room

Soulless eyes the color of grey blue

Glimmered in the candlelight of your hollow tune

The waiter came over and a drink appeared

A red glass of wine it could have been tears

You sipped slowly as you play along

Beating out tunes to a sad sad  song



I sat and wondered what made you this way

Who was she, did your heart she play?

Was it a passionate love or was it lust

Did she really care or was it a bust?



I guess I will never know the truth

Walking out to your lonely tune…

"Babe, you were my last thought in 2014, and now you're my first thought in 2015...
I love you."

That's what I texted you last year, at midnight, on New Years Eve.
You replied with, "Aw, thanks."

It's December 28th, 2015, and I haven't gone a day this year without you on my mind.
I don't think anyone understands what I feel towards you, you especially don't.

I feel like at one point you might have loved me.  Now I feel like you tolerate me, but even that can only last for so long.

I've spent a year loving someone who didn't love me back.  I've spent a year trying to make things work, with someone who never cared to try.  I don't think it was the healthiest year for me.  But the thing is, I can't blame anyone for it. It's been my choice, and it always has been.  I choose to make this year about you, I choose to put you first, I keep picking you.

Will 2016 be another year of you?  I guess it's my choice, let's see what I pick.

I guess
I'm just scared
You'll wake up one day
And tell me you don't love me
Anymore

Because if you did
I wouldn't know
Where to put
All this love