i sit here, writing this with love,

for i know, they're watching me from above.

i am here to announce the day of the red,

flowers upon flowers strewn on thy bed.


only i wonder, is it fair,

to be alone on such a day

of despair?

oh no, i mean no harm!

i understand you're in love,

it's just,

i fell under no charm.

i guess it takes some time for others,

to find the one, and become 'each others'.

but here, i sit, alone

writing this,

with nothing but my own.