• There are many who would profess love to me
    And so many that would proclaim the opposite behind mine own back
    and even if I could fool myself to believe them untrue
    I could never escape this curse where love denied to me cries true

    It's sad really, it starts with a word and a whisper
    a slight ringing in my ears
    a rush of blood to my heart
    and almost always my feelings ring true

    Some would say I'm overreacting
    some would say how sorry they are
    some would give their condolences
    but I say I'm my karma's own joke

    Like some pervaded person delighted on others suffering
    my life is invaded by that which we call fate
    being in love for an extended amount of time
    would lead to disaster in contrast

    It's sad really, it starts with a word and a whisper
    a slight ringing in my ears
    a rush of blood to my heart
    and almost always my feeligs ring true

    I love you
    simple words that would fill you with a state of ecstasy
    words that fill the heart with the feeling we call love
    words that mean nothing when you yourself dont mean them

    I meant them all
    everytime I said it
    and yet everytime I'd fall
    from another scar set upon mine heart

    Thoughts slowly creep into my mind
    why is life to me so unkind
    and my answer lie upon mine scars
    love was denied to me by those divine

    It's sad really, it starts with a word and a whisper
    a slight ringing in my ears
    a rush of blood to my heart
    and almost always my feeling ring true

    Words fill my heart
    my soul etched upon a single page
    available to all the scrutinous eye
    and all the critical mind

    and I know somewhere out there
    someone like me feels the same
    another abomination out there
    another reject of the human race

    I loved her eyes
    the way they'd shine with a constant brilliance
    I loved her gait
    the way one foot guided and supported the other

    I loved her lips
    the softness burned into my mind
    I loved our kiss
    the passion and love to which I am now denied

    It's sad really, it starts with a word and a whisper
    a slight ringing in my ears
    a rush of blood to my heart
    and almost always my feelings ring true

    The universe has a way of turning good to bad
    happyness to sad
    to be in love for an extended period of time
    leads to damage and crying and souls broken and cold

    and crumpled love notes
    and bleeding wrists
    and crying hearts
    for that simple kiss

    and it hurts
    and it burns
    and it tears
    and it kills

    and in the end, the days draw to a close
    and you're breathing shallow
    and your eyes dull
    and your thoughts dim

    and secluded memories of the past
    come flooding back
    and somehow you knew it would never last
    and you except what you are

    and you'll remember this poem
    how a child was correct
    thirteen and counting
    thirteen, broken, and crying to the night,

    It's sad really, it starts with a word and a whisper
    a slight ringing in my ears
    a rush of blood to my heart
    and my feelings almost always ring out

    'cause when the roses are dead
    and the violets turn black
    and tears run blood red
    and you realize, you'll never get your love back