What do you want? What am I meant to say?
Nothing will ever, change this anyway.
You won't let me die, but please stop checking in,
I'll tell you what's wrong when I know where to begin.
The darkness closes on all of my life,
I've accepted that I deserve all this strife,
but she is gone, and all my friends are too,
the only person still checking, on me is you,
and one day you'll stop, and I'll be free,
and after that day, the world won't miss me

Thanks for the image, of her all in white,
it's not like I planned, on sleeping tonight,
and thanks for reminding, me that's she gone,
just when I got thinking, that I'm moving on,
and thanks for remembering, the earrings she wore,
and the infinite chances I don't have anymore,
and thanks for all of, the thoughts I don't need,
cause why write her poems, that she'll no longer read?

It's the light in your eyes, that lights up my world,
and kept me hopeful, when the darkness unfurled,
so don't you ever, let that light disappear,
nothing's more perfect, than you my dear.

Sweetheart please, spare your heart the hurt,
I know your soul soars when he starts to flirt,
and you don't deserve, to be crying like this,
you deserve a forever, of perfection and bliss,
so do you what you must, to be happy my dear,
don't be trapped, by devastation or fear.

She called me Ade, just one last time,
and I was flooded with memories, of when she was mine.
Of every last moment, and each "I love you",
the dreams that we'd share, and the things that we'd do,
and though I'm in love with the girl that I see,
I'm all too aware, she doesn't love me,
but if just for a moment, I thought that she did,
I'd regret to no end, all the love I have hid.

I don't really think, there are words explain,
this thing that I'm feeling, this terrible pain,
I know I stuffed up, like I always do,
but I'm too scared to admit, how I feel about you,
except in the words, that you won't even read,
and in the unposted poems, that my heart seems to bleed.

The longest walk, down the road not taken,
with the most beautiful girl, unless I'm mistaken,
in the hot summer sun, that you always outshine,
oh what a perfect dream, in which you are mine.