Unrequited

It's all the fault,
of a hopeless heart,
waiting for you to gather the shards,
left behind from all of our love.

It's no toying,
unfortunately though,
the chance I took,
was already foul.
Shatter my mind,
slaughter my soul,
I melt in the spring,
like the new born snow,
my dear autumn,
my dear autumn.

And in the means of right and wrong,
my heart has already grown,
black of envy, full of tears,
holding out for love,
although it's clear,
this is always unrequited.

And all the pain,
makes me smile,
I exist for you,
therefore I shine.