We were one;

Your excuses change,
but the explanation's the same.
you remebered her touch,
but forgot my name.

when sorries weren't muttered
and feelings weren't rejected
we shared so much love,
but neither of us felt it.

when time was time
and not a burden,
when air was air,
and not a curtain.

...suffocating, now.
forget me later.
if only i could put this pen to paper.
if only....i could lift out these words from my head,
then maybe, just maybe, we wouldn't be dead, because

life without love isn't life at all.
so walk straight past me, and ignore my call.

ignore my cries,
ignore my pleads,
ignore my heart that only bleeds.

these words...they hurt...i know, i felt them.
i hope you die knowing that i meant them.

my infatuation turned to lust,
but lust is NEVER love.
you asked me to try harder,
but i never even budged.

if stars are really lucky,
and if clovers do exist,
then maybe, just maybe,
my love will be his.

but stars go to sleep,
and fate will only weep
as my heart decides what to give and what to keep.

my hands: they shake.
my eyes: they shed.
as i'm bleeding on the floor
with love...as my deathbed....