You Used To.

The torture of not knowing where you stand.

You used to laugh, you used to cry,
And swear you'd love me until you die.
I used to see it in your eyes,
And often hear love in your sighs.

We used to talk, you used to smile.
But, I've not seen that for a while.
I used to feel your gentle touch.
That little gesture meant so much.

Your gaze is fixed, but won't meet mine.
If I opened your heart, what would I find?
What have I done? And is there a way,
to crumble this wall? Have you nothing to say?

With a stone-cold glare, you close up your shell,
Shutting me out of the dark place you dwell.
I can't pull you out, you won't let me in.
We're locked in this battle that no one will win.