Unloved

What would it be like to go through life and never ever fall in love
To admirer yet so many or crush upon so many
To never feel the truth of the truest mutual bonds
The purest and most saddest hearts are those that are filled with passion and kindness, but time and time again love fails them like a wound that never heals
Until that wound so old and grey is replaced by the obscurity of a nothingness
Leaving  the heart there to wither and  faintly beat
Oh how I hate the last stage
It comes right before the heart fades to marble stone
To be ogled about in one final act, the act of the death stage slumber
Jason Ross