Old Flames Never Pay Because We Never Write The Check

This one goes out to all the would-be's,
Hopefuls, longed and lost.
I could have had you, you know,
But I let it go.
One word,
One series of perfect prose
Is how it goes,
And we both know it shouldn't be so.
You need to be needed,
You want to be wanted.
But I let you down easy,
So much so
That you did not know.
One series of prose
To cut through the cold steel walls
Of your twisted, harsh hearts
Would be just enough;
Still if its not real
I'd rather fold than bluff.
I don't gamble with strangers
And you should know better,
But alas it had ended
And the air is now deader
Since I have been gone.
Infact you did know better;
You knew me all along,
And my same old song
That just spins and repeats
While I want what is wrong.
But beauty never strays,
It sticks and tricks, and man it stays,
And to this day I look upon you,
To wonder why I drifted away.
But then I know,
Oh how I know,
And it is so
Just like the snow.
Falling down,
Catching up to us in strides.
For those longed and lost
A half-hearted love that never dies,
Stuck in my mouth
While the truth's in my eyes.