Baskadia

In the depths of my shattered heart, I dwell,

A love unrequited, a story I must tell.

For I loved a guy who never saw me,

A ghost in his world, a shadow to be.

Like a wounded bird, I yearned to be seen,

To catch his gaze, in his eyes to gleam.

But he never knew of my existence, my name,

In his heart, I was a stranger, a forgotten flame.

I watched from afar, my heart ablaze,

As he held another, in his warm embrace.

A dagger to my soul, a piercing pain,

A love that's unattainable, a bitter refrain.

I dreamed of moments, of stolen glances,

Of whispered words, of stolen chances.

But those dreams were shattered, left in the cold,

A love unspoken, a story untold.

I poured my heart into invisible verse,

Hoping someday, he'd see my worth.

But destiny played a cruel game of fate,

And our paths never crossed, sealed by a twist of hate.

So here I stand, broken and alone,

A love that's unrequited, a heart turned to stone.

But I'll gather the fragments, find strength anew,

For love may have hurt me, but it won't define my truth.

I'll heal these wounds, these scars deep inside,

And with time, I'll find a love that won't hide.

But in the depths of my heart, a memory will remain,

Of the one I loved, who never knew my name.