Faint

Can't say I like her, still sham I do not,
So many times just were being wasted,
The chance as where none of patience it got.
Perhaps, waiting mine, exhausted instead.
For my lips haven't said what my heart says,
My gest is always against from my will;
Ending with all regrets, myself dismays-
That their heaviness, even dead can feel.
And letting it to pass through by goodbye,
Only reminds me to feel really blue;
Like a celestial moon in the dark sky,
Will be devoid forever and e'er through.
If mine is not easier said and done,
I should have not loved, let my life be gone.