I gave you words, wrapped in gold,
But they fell to the ground, left untold.
You smiled at the sun, but never at me,
A shadow in love with what it can't see.

Each glance you cast, a silent knife,
Cutting through the threads of life.
I reach for stars that won't descend,
A heart still hoping love might bend.

Your laughter echoes, distant, cold,
A melody my soul can't hold.
Yet here I stand, with open hands,
Begging for rain in desert sands.

You walk away, and I remain,
A prisoner to love's sweet pain.
Though you are free, I wear the chains,
Of unspoken words, and endless rains.