At times I\'ve been lost,
At times I\'ve been the host,
Neither of which is my post,
I\'m just a visitor in this frost.
I know all too well the cost,
Of rejection, ghastly as a ghost,
For one who failed the most,
In love, that sarcastic toast.
Her heart I tried to accost,
My feelings, she made compost,
All that\'s left in me is exhaust,
As my heart she did just roast.