She loves me not
In her hallowed eyes
deep in her heart
it is I whom is despised
She loves me not
Arctic has become her heart
buried in her apathy
standing in the dark
She loves me not
her touch is no more
love becoming hate
midst of the storm
She loves me not
her kiss no longer belongs to me
those soft lips have turned away
leaving me to bleed
She loves me not
with that I must deal
this pain is everlasting
stopping my heart from healing.
George Lynch
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