I could not write your wrongs. I cannot list your faults. I only know that you are gone. You never saw the future I pictured, I built.
Inside my mind a house exists, A garden of roses, climbing ivy, Hopeful sunflowers catch the sun. There are dreams you can try to resist, But in the end the only story that interests me is a true romance. A true love story. A story about love.
You will never know of my heart And the crater you left as you crashed through my soul. I could never truly say what I think you are, Because words could not exist to help you love me. I have no way to try; so I must let you go.
Your love is his and memories are all the reminders I have of you now. Fantasies that could never be; My fictional bliss. My never was. My never will be.
My promise to forget is written down. It will stand there until the end of time. Written in ink, if I ever think, Just one lineβ¦
I loved you, Is all that it said. Pictures in paintings, no longer remaining, I am removing this vision from my headβ¦