It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude
  Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
  In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night—tho’ clear—shall frown—
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee forever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish—
Now are visions ne’er to vanish—
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze—the breath of God—is still—
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,
  Is a symbol and a token—
  How it hangs upon the trees,
  A mystery of mysteries!

I fell for you,
I didn't want it,
I didn't need it,
but i did.

You left,
I was heartbroken,
but i survived,
almost.

Months went by,
no sign of you for ages,
then out of the blue,
you come back.

My face told the story,
a thousand tears,
all for you,
but you couldn't see.

You couldnt see the hurt,
you couldn't see the pain,
as you walked up the corridor,
that cocky smile you always held.

So I took a breath,
Decided I couldn't run,
or hide,
I wasn't going to show you what you've done.

I spent time with you,
laughed,
talked,
like old times.

But not once did you ask me,
how are you?
what have you been doing?
it was just random chatter.

Because I think you saw it,
the pain in my voice when i asked,
why are you here?
you just smiled

You had to leave in the end,
thats 3 times now,
except this time,
it was different.

It wasn't awkward,
it wasn't sad at first,
we just smiled,
and you turned and walked.

You didn't say goodbye,
neither did i,
we just parted,
it wasn't what i expected.

Of course the real pain came after,
hiding the tears on the way home,
realising all the things i could of said,
what i shouldn't have said.

So when i got home,
when i was alone,
that was when i cried,
ipod in- door closed.

The sad songs,
all reminded me,
of how I still love you
I still miss you.