Doesn't it hurt you,
The way this hurts me...

Emotions may not penetrate this heart,
The source of life may be constructed of stone...

When you are near me,
And you look into my eyes...

I live each passing day,
Pretending nothing's wrong...

A glance at your bright eyes,
A simple touch on your scented hair...

The happiness you never gave me,
The one that you always denied...

Of all the creations made by God,
On this beautiful and glorious earth...

I've noticed your man's actions,
And from your cheek falls a tear...

The so called friends don't exist,
Because they are never there...

I have a pencil and paper in hand,
As I run deep inside the woods...

As long as I write you this poem,
Its time for us to say goodbye...

I sit and think of all our memories,
And every situation we went trough...