With black and purple lipstick all over the page.

Rejection.

When can I really give up? 

Why must I despair?

Because I want to turn back, 

darling. 

I'm coming home, I wanna know, 

when all the leaves begin to fall;

If I'm falling, falling apart,

for you.

Even if I sent my heart in a postcard for you darling, 

would you even accept it?

I'm not getting my hopes high,

but is it okay if I just keep a little ray of hope in me?

Sometimes I feel scared, I feel ignored.

yes, I do love you.