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She loved me
She loves me not
We're now cold
Where once we were hot.

The seasons have changed
To an endless winter
There is a sign above her heart:
"Do Not Enter!"

The door's now shut
No one's home
No longer am I wanted
So I walk alone.

Remembering her say
Those three magic words
Replaying her voice
Loveliest I've ever heard.

I say, "I love you."
And her heart turns away
"I loved you too...," she says.
"But that was yesterday."

Apologies fail me
Sorry's do not avail
My Heaven was left me
So I make my bed in Hell.

It's all my fault
I accept the 'sponsibility
I failed to love her
I lacked the ability.

All I have now
Is the past to remind me
Of how when I was lost
Her love sought and found me.

How did I ever
Her let go
All she wanted was me
And I said, "No."

I don't blame her though
I chose my road
Walked down the path of silver
When I could've had gold.

I read her poems
Her words affect me
She screams: "Why did you hurt me?"
"Break me and neglect me?"

I stand there shaking
My voice trembling
Heaven watches
Their hosts assembling.

Voices declare
"She was your good and perfect gift."
Then they take me out of her heart
And set my soul adrift.

This newfound pain
Is something I've never known
All by myself now...dying
As I walk...alone.

(To the one this poem is about, I am so sorry. I should've loved you when I had the chance. Now it's too late.)