The sun aflames the once blueblack sky
as you open your darling brown eyes.
I am a world apart from you
as you swallow the crystal air.
And although I nightly dream of you
you are convienently unaware.
I cannot even confess to you
for you aready love another.
Oh, how it aches!—
To love alone.
So if this be my fate,
I'd rather never wake.
I waited, restless but patiently
for your romance to finally end,
so I could win your diamond heart.
But I know I can't wait forever,
and your white wedding is tomorrow.
So I'll gather my cracked, weeping heart,
put on my hell-black dress — and move on.