Do you really love me?
Do you care?
Do we still breathe the same air?
You use to say you loved me more,
You use to say you loved me and kiss me when you walked me to my door.
But can't you realize that your neglect has sent me flying to the floor?
Is this it?
Is it over?
Can you not be here anymore?
You use to say you loved me,
You use to say you cared.
But now have I lost my desirable flare?
Now do you tell me you love me,
Just to get me off your back?
But, oh my Love,
Can't you see?
You're turning my heart black.
My Love,
My tears have turned crimson,
Because I cry crimson,
â ¦Over you.
I use to think you loved me,
I use to think you cared.
But, Oh my Love,
Your love isn't there.
And now I really don't care.
To my Immortal, because of you this poem is a real document of our relationship.
