Your eyes may not cry for me literally but your emotions flow like a river.

Your hands long to hold me with tender and care, but you turned away.

Deep down you know that I am fragile. 

Your mind wonders about the things I say and do, but I sometimes wonder myself.

Your feet want to guide me into the unknown, but I do not know what I step into.

Your heart doesn't long to love me and my heart longs to love you like you claimed you loved me.

It longs to beat along with yours when you cared for me, when you longed for me, and when you said I loved you. 

I would be waiting for an eternity: I've yet to find a calendar with that date. 

You lead me to believe the lies. 

If you came back to me right now I would say I love you but when on the operation table after my heart break my family cried out NO REVIVAL.