The Days That I Loved You

The roses were bitter on the days that I loved you.
Blooms grow piqued for biting wish,
Fidelity of an unremitting sentiment.
Music was hollow on the nights that I shed tears for you.
Bells were distrait,
Dreams were forbidding.
The days that I loved you were laced with penitence...
What was love but guilt and anguish?
Sentiment was but a paradox,
And the world was an alien to me.
All was lost on the days that I loved you,
All was wayward,
All was goodbye...