Silently turning your back
Closing your eyes
Making it all fade to black
Much sooner than not
Her heart she gave you; a lot
Her softest of spots
Rejection ripped her soul
The quiet answer of no
She should have let go
No, my dear…say it is not so
Silence you gave
After she called you her beau
She stood there before you
Not knowing what to do
Wishing you had loved her too
Silently turning your back
Walking away, such a hard task
Not your princess w/the slipper made of glass
(only her heart)
Not meant to be….