Shy glances made up the most part of her day,
The pain in her heart was here to stay,
The man she loved, never looked her way,
One-sided love, isn’t that what they say?
She heard red was his cherished color, so that’s what she wore,
She heard he loved a wild one, she began going out more,
She heard he favored a slim frame, she ran miles till she was sore,
One-sided love, are you keeping score?
His heart, alas, was taken by a dame,
Who had a prettier face, and a far richer name,
Love meant nothing to her, to her it was a game,
One-sided love, oh wasn’t that a shame?
Our little love-struck bird, she wrote him a note,
Confessing her love, this is what she wrote,
“My love for you knows no end, believe me
When I say it’s you to whom my heart I devote”
One glance at the crumpled paper arouses his attention,
One look at the passionate words kindles repulsion,
One fluid movement, paper torn, he kills an expectation,
One-sided love, why this humiliation?
Our little love-struck bird, broke and cracked,
He loved the wild ones, she put on one last act,
The slit on her neck, red, his favorite shade,
One-sided love…or just a glorified renegade?