Such sweetness was in her eyes,
But now her heart is made of ice.
I’ve given her scores of chances,
But at most they end up being glances.
I would have given her my life,
But her apathy cuts like a knife.
The best part I remember were her subtle clues,
But now they have become as painful as a bruise.
I still think there’s hope around the bend,
But now it’s hard to even consider her a friend.
I pray she can see that I love her,
But now that wish has become a whisper.
I should really give up on her and this letter,
But my heart has never known better.