Isn’t it funny that we’re in this place again?

Has it crossed your mind, my dear, that I still adore you?
after all you put me through
time has indeed, it would appear, healed my wounds
even hearts can beat anew.

Your star is still shining brightly in my eyes
only one as weak as I could be fooled by your disguise
untitled love songs are nothing but lies.

A/N: Not my best poem ever but I think it gets the point across. Written in about 10 minutes and unedited.