A feeling of emptyness overlaps me,
As I feel worth but nothing.
A pain in my heart,
That no one dare fix.

A hole inside me,
Only you could fill.
A hole inside me,
You never will.

For all those times we sat and talked,
And all the times we got lost in the wilderness.
I always thought something great would become,
And it did, just not as what I wished.

Your heart is reserved,
And yet you show it to me.
Through every little thing you do,
And the affection you show.

But I know nothing will become,
For a taken heart cannot be swayed.
Nor would I ever dream,
Of wanting to ruin your happiness,
And mine.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Tenebrae, in the year 437 AD.