The Truth

Ive never needed you in the ways that you believe.
Blood rushes to my face, as a wanted kiss was received.

The yellow sheets printed with pedals were so still.
Sleeping alone just for the thrill.

I believed you loved me, and then you left me there to rot in my casket.
I felt as dead as the flowers in my basket.

They say you love once and that is a. Blessing.
But every time I love... It's a constant pain of stressing.

Someone out there will love me one day before I die.
The saddest truth is I love you and that's no lie.