She never saw

Pages and pages of affectionate odes
Seemed to fill the journal with a natural flow
I used to write her every day

Did she ever appreciate all that it took
To paint the word pictures that filed this book
I pored out my heart to her because I was in love

Now an old stairway covered in dust
A broken heart destroyed in a wave of mistrust
She gave it all away in search of another

She never appreciated all that Id done
She couldn't give her heart to just only one
She kept sharing her heart and looking for more

Will she ever look back on all she let go
Will she ever realize how I loved her so
Will she feel my love sill in my journals

She was always the one I would write
She was my morning , my moon and my night
But to her all I am is a memory