I\'d like to say I\'m over it,
That all my wounds have healed.
But certain thoughts leave me restless,
To ponder late into the night
In all this time you cross my mind,
Though I rarely wish you did.
I\'ve even found myself in love again,
Yet memories of you still linger.
I cannot say with certainty,
If these thoughts are pondered innocent.
For if I sat and thought enough,
I\'d deduce they exist in scorn.
You can deny this all you please,
But I know what is the truth.
Your thoughts of me still burn with love,
And it burns that I don\'t love you.