I painted a picture, for you
I wrote a poem, for you
You smiled at the pretty colours, and giggled when the words rhymed.
I put myself on a canvas, for you ,to brush aside, and call me ‘pretty’.
I gave myself, to you
you never even looked inside, you called me ‘cold’.
You called me ‘soulless’. I guess, that’s what I am, to you.
I had given my soul, to you, and you took no notice
I knew love was blind, I didn’t think it was stupid, I never once thought it was hopeless…
Now I wonder, how stupid must we seem to each other?
…Probably just as stupid as we seemed being together…