Why does it have to be this way?
As the past seems to repeat itself once more,
Why can't it just be?
It's the way it feels right to me.

I tried my best,
To give you what you wanted,
But here I am,
Alone again.

So many years I waited for you,
For your return and your love,
Like before it was cast aside,
So you can be what you want to be.

So long ago,
I gave you my heart,
Seeing the world,
We know we could live.

So long ago,
You returned it to me,
With a smile and a refusal,
Leaving me in the rain.

So long ago,
I could not bear,
To this day,
It brings dismay.

Your return to me,
Left me with hope and glee,
That someday we could be,
You and me.


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Vita, in the year 492 AD.