‘Tis but a heartache

So many tears were shed
Making my eyes go red.
Lying and crying on my bed;
My love is plenty close to being dead.

My precious time was spent
Writing letters that remain unsent.
I let her reside in my heart for no rent —
Apparently it seems, nothing was ever meant.

I would travel a thousand mile
To see that pretty smile.
As much as it sounds juvenile,
I knew it was worthwhile.

My feelings were far from fake
As it wasn’t love for love sake.
And now this is all I take —
‘Tis but a heartache.