untitled. i suck at poetry writing.

Once, you were an unfamiliar face.
But my mind said, "Get to know him,"
while my heart screamed, "This is it, he's the one."
I tried again and again.
I learned your name,
you learned mine.
I noticed all the beauties in you,
you remembered every detail about me.
But time passed:
time was spent,
and time was wasted.
For every cherished memory,
there is another regretful day
for not having been there with you.
For every love song enjoyed,
there is another love song
that brings tears to my eyes
knowing it wasn't for us.
For every smile or bit of laughter,
there is a tear and a moment of sorrow,
for both the good and the bad.
For every me
there is only you.
But time passed:
time was spent,
and time was wasted.
Now the time left has come to a close.
I hope you know these tears
I cry for you.