Hello miss my heart to you is no more,
too much of my soul, into faith I did pour.
To me there\'s not much to be seen,
this I know, at least for those who aren\'t keen.
I\'m a bed to which you chose not lay,
you assumed it was rough, something that you could not sleep on.
Granted you could be right, but let me shed some light.
To which cover did you lift? To see what was made of what?
To say no with that,
I\'d say your madder than the hatter.
So please tell me now,
How can closure from that sprout?
Why. you\'ve nothing of me.
so how do you know with me, there\'s no shared glee?