Denial

'I don't have any feelings for you'
'But..'
'Nothing'
A heart that was once beating, has now had that line cut

She moved away
In a motion so slow
She didn't say why
She just didn't want to have a go

She left them there
In agony
In pain

She blew away his feeling of love
Of which he believed
Was his true gain

'Is it because I am what I am?', he asked
He tried to fathom the answer, so he may better understand

A wonder of love and desire
The land of truth seperates the soul from denial

The red rose in his hand
He had tried to offer it many a times
Now withers away with the wind
A cold feeling, a cocktail of wonder and regret

Slowly out the door, does she leave
The window of choice has been dminished away
Now a path so dark haunts his mind
The questions and wonders of what could have been; one day