A Thousand Things To Say

       I’m mourning for the time that slipped away;
       I’m crying for the chances that were wasted…
       I have about a thousand things to say,
       None of which you, my dear, will like the taste of.
       I lost my patience, lost my hope and trust;
       I’m joyful in misfortunes of ‘the other’!
       The richest bank of love will go bust
       If you are never there to be a lover.
       Without or with you, I am still alone;
       Two days a year can hardly make me merry.
       If I can’t be your sacred cornerstone,
       Then you are not my Rhett, my Luke, my Gerry.
       In every book I read, I saw your face.
       In every song of love, I felt our story.
       I flourished every time I heard your praise;
       The future held just happiness and glory.
       That future didn’t come. Three years passed…
       You haven’t even told me where you live!
       You made me feel a prostitute. At last
       I have the strength to quit. I don’t forgive!
       The promises you kept are just a few.
       We haven’t moved one step from our start.
       I heard you saying, ‘EB, I love you!’
       I watched you doing all to break my heart.
       I somehow make it through another day.
       I somehow laugh, pretending to be happy,
       But I still have a thousand things to say,
       And I still blame you for what didn’t happen.