What used to be a special word
Has become so poorly small
Nothing matters anymore
Whether you claim to settle
Or hurrying moving on
Talk, talk, till you chock
Such heartless words
You long to say to me
Tears running down my cheeks
Hoping some light would shine on it
But people, are you blind?
Thinking I would fall for that?
Sentences in long letters
Wishing to have something more
Say anything to get your way
Vows, promises, swears to reveil
Your true self, at least
That's what you claim to be
Only in your heart, you can see
Whether your lies, small or big
Will have an effect on the one you aim
And is it worth it, you might think
Or better yet, who cares
If I might have thee
To be my special person
For one single day
As I move on, tomorrow
After the day ends