Is my love for him still there?
What is it as time goes by?
Is it a flame thats being constantly ignited,
Every minute? Every second? Every mili-second?
Or is it just a flame thats burning away the wax of the candle,
Soon to be vanquished with nothing but smoke that is to disappear,
As well, into the atmosphere?
Love...Love is what i feel...
But as each day passes i am saddened more and more.
A mask is what i wear to hide the pain, the depression, the despair.
I once was a rose,
full of beauty and life.
Now im withering,
And slowly dying inside.
How could the love of my life
Choose another man?
A deep shock to others it may be,
But i knew what his choice was from the very beginning.