The chorus is hers...
Her scent, her smell, her very presence makes me intoxicated,
I hate every aspect of her existence, when she talks I hate it,
I'm amongst the endless crowds, that flocks and waited,
With her blue eyes and blonde hair, in locks then braided,
I burned the pages I wrote now on my journal, tears,
She gave me a chapter of darkness, now I have nocturnal fears,
I want to write all about it, then once done, close the chapter,
Bury it, then visit the grave sight, and put a rose on after,
Maybe sprinkle some red rose pedals, hoping my woes settles,
I want to forget the cold-blooded woman, but memories disturbed,
The poison she fed me, finally her venom in me is cured,
Pussy like this, I have never met an enemy that purred,
Her pain causing stress, pausing yes, because aches near,
And if I point at my chest, and tell you my heart breaks here,
Kill myself for a woman, I only know that part of Shakespeare,
A living nightmare, I only know when each eye awakes in fear,
It may be wonderful, it may be magical,
It may be everything I waited for, a miracle,
Oh, if even if I fall in love with someone new,
It can never be the way, I loved you,
The way I loved you, your mind will never comprehend,
The roses, you threw them on ground, then stomped then in,
I hope you do, one day, understand my eternal love notes,
The shelf by my bed, where I sit my journal, above soaks,
Never leave you fingertip kisses, so I'll give you glove strokes,
Like a paint brush, I write with Saint's lust, my faint trust,
Has cracked my stainless steel soul, I promise that ain't rust,
Writers block, but can't stop writing my hands hurt again,
I hope whatever love you had for me, transfers to him,
I hope when you live happily ever after, there's never laughter,
And when he dies before you, so you have to die a widow,
That your barren, many times you tried to have a kid though,
So no other man, that follows your scent, endures this,
I'll write you this, then show to you in print then cursive,
But just know, I loved you, more than any on earth's surface,
I thought loving you, eternally was my birth's purpose,
It may be wonderful, it may be magical,
It may be everything I waited for, a miracle,
Oh, if even if I fall in love with someone new,
It can never be the way, I loved you,
She made me close my windows, trying to hide the sun,
Conceal its light, its bitter feel and sight I tried to run,
So I heal at night, took it from me so my pride is done,
I'll remember you, and I know you'll always remember my face,
September's a waste, if you don't get some of December's taste,
Every season contains good and bad, winter, summer,
Extremes, like She-devil's traits, see she's a splinter under,
Shaky flexed hands, screaming her name my trachea expands,
I'm too wary to mask it, just trying to bury the casket,
And if it turns out I can't, your another scar etched in skin,
And if I choose to have your name sketched with pen,
I'll remember the words of Selena, it may be wonderful,
I'll remember you in winter, when the summer's old,
And when the leaves fall, and the bare trees brawl,
For the most beautiful colors, and then decieves all,
I'll be the evergreen, for from now on, I'm never lean,
It may be wonderful, it may be magical,
It may be everything I waited for, a miracle,
Oh, if even if I fall in love with someone new,
It can never be the way, I loved you,
