The less expected, the better it is.
He left but he forgot something that was his.
A mystery it was, what he forgot,
A dark stormy heart; with grief it was distraught.

She loved him a lot, but couldn't show him that.
She had scars on her wrists, but couldn't show him that.
She hated seeing him with someone else, but couldn't tell him that.
She wanted to be his one & only, but couldn't tell him that.
She slowly died more & more, day by day,
While he laughed & smiled, he walked away....