Blood and Ink

Maybe if my words were enough,
You would have stayed.
Would have been enough to end,
All the games you played.
Put my ink to paper,
Write my stand.
Tear stained pride,
Blood on your hands.

Will you look back?

Maybe if my actions could speak,
You would have seen.
Could have shown you my love,
That you were my dream.
Bleed me dry of feeling,
But what's the use?
Cause all my feelings,
They were all for you.

Please look back...

Maybe if you knew my heart,
Like you claimed to.
Knew my fear, my pain,
My unending love for you.
But it's too late now,
For the bleeding's done.
But I hope for your sake,
The learning's just begun.

I looked back...