Did some spring cleaning the other day.
Marked a box called "feelings" and put it away.
Tucked it carefully inside high on shelf.
Lest no one disturb it, not even myself.
Please don't go near it, please don't you tread.
For if it disturbed, I think I'd rather be dead.
Than live those "feelings" again.
There is just to much pain.
Told you I loved you right out loud.
Nothing I said made me feel very proud.
Told you I loved you, then I had to leave.
Knowing in my heart, I would be the one to grieve.
For in the end I knew I paid the cost.
I gave you my heart, and I had lost.
Now the realization kicks in.
Knowing you never loved me, and knowing I will never see you again.
Some things are better left unsaid.
There is now a hollow in my heart and in my head.