Sparkle

Now what do I do with this love of mine? It seems to have lost it's sparkle and shine. I hope and keep praying, that he'll show me a sign, That shows that he feels I've now paid for my crimes. But here I sit waiting...wasting more than just time. Playing house and pretending that everything's fine. Until reality barges in, as I write line after line, And I see my poem come together... It's my life that won't rhyme.