A Farewell to a Perfect Score

I feel ill with words of repentance and love
 I could never forget what it felt like
 to feel my heart drop and watch as
 lonley insects swarmed around it
 and fed off like a disease to a diagnosed patient
 You no longer see me
 What am I doing but holding back tears
 and thinking of you
 With this tainted image of me
 With no longer love but disappointment
 I'm still here
 I just forgot I was human for a second
 and that I can't just be some image
 I have error
 I long to hear your voice again
 untainted with openness
 I'm sorry for what I have done
 I'm sorry
 What have I done?
 and for what I have done I am truly sorry
 Words for you are like my pot of gold
 Let me not have spent my riches
 but without this friendship I feel poor
 Though I will still reflect on what we had
 and all of the potential...