I used to stare at your picture
As I laid in bed...

Their eyes had met briefly
Since he ended things with her...

People used to call me lucky
Because I was with you...

Romantics cannot conceive the notion of lost love...
There is no romance in being a romantic these days...

When you told me it was forever
What exactly did you mean...

Looking back
I was so happy...

When I go to bed at night
I don't know what to expect...

Some people may doubt me
But I'm used to putdowns...

I'm thinking it's too good to be true
That the stars actually brought me to you...

Seems like I still care about you
Since all these poems are the same...

She was taken too yearly
At the delicate age of sixteen...

Itâ??s one year later
Since that faithful day...