This is the poem I wrote for you.
But you'll never read it.

Just like all the confessions you never heeded.

This is the song I sang for you
But you'll never hear it.

Just like all our moments now live in my dreams.

This is the letter I wrote for you
But I'll never send it.

If my affection was a poison,
Let it engulf me in flames.
If I was wrong to care,
Let it all go to waste.

This is the last time I am talking about you.
And I hope you see it.