in the mood for rhyme
hands smell of thyme
and thought is a mime
I'm searching for a chime
this love is playtime

Life is but nothing
only that you think

Time does not gently speak:
it shouts and commands
its voice I heed not
from it I make no demands

Don't bring me
any flower
too soon
it will wither-

only this
you need remember
bring me your heart
this love shall last forever -

I'm poor
but a scholar
for you I'll write
the sweetest love-letter-

your charm
glows brighter
as I lie down
in my gentle slumber

i'm not her
i'm not good
i'm not perfect
i'm not his
i'm not a good person
i'm not happy
i'm not stable
i'm not anything

I was born to love,
But love never stayed.
I was born to care,
But my care decayed.

I wanted arms,
I wanted a name —
But silence answered,
And I took the blame.

Now on my deathbed,
the truth won't hide:
I lived unloved,
And unloved, I die.