cry a tear now and then..
although you don’t know;
and will never know;
the uselesness of this tear;
is becoming very clear;
and even telling you about it,dear;
cause you don’t ,feel ,see or hear…
I was a pastime,
to make you grow;
to make you see;
al that you wanted to know;
a stepping stone,on your path to the light;
a piece of company,but not at night;
with the same passion that you entered my life;
you drove me away,I will never be your wife.
I kept trying to make sense of it all;
and with trying too hard,I stumbled to a great fall;
You’ll never know ,what you meant to me ;
cause you don’t hear,feel or see….