Through these tired eyes,
You’ll never see my world;
Never will you walk,
In these tattered shoes of mine;
Knowing the hunger my heart feels
Is impossible for you;
Love like I have,
Is something you’ll never feel,
I hate to admit it,
So weak, I’m such a fool;
You’ll never know.
How your words cut deep
And leaving crushes my existence,
How knowing that it’s over,
Accepting the loss numbs me;
I’d say I love you,
But you’ll never know
©2016 – V A Coote