Playa Hater

My little brown book

With the silver binding

How it keeps reminding me

Of a memory

That's haunting me.

In some quiet nook

I go thru its pages

And peruse this ageless tale

Of a love that failed

To ever become true.

On this page is the date

Of that fateful night at eight

When I found you were no longer in love.

After that there's nothing more

Just a dark and futile door

That shuts out the stars above.

In my little book

I inscribed your heart vow

But since we're apart now

This and that last sweet kiss

Is all that's left of you

Is all that's left of you.