You turned your face from mine
Our gazes disconnected
Left me loveless, lone, and blind
As our looks they intersected --
Perhaps you felt me incomplete?
Your bright-eyed smile no more doth shine
And your quirks no more you speak
But, my dear, what fault is mine?
That you always felt so meek? --
Or was helping me a hopeless feat?
For ev'ry time you'd see my kind --
O, if I could count them out! --
Your eyes would freeze and turn to rime
That my soul in pain would shout --
That your darkest whims I could not meet!
But now my yen for you is gone
Because you left me so right fast
And now that you are all alone
Don't you wish those days had last? --
Perhaps you would not be with peat.
Yet still your eyes, they haunt my past
And that is why I rent them fast
And from my memory they I cast
Therefore your memento then had pass'd
Before you lay beneath that stone.