She waits.

You make everything so complicated,
If only you were a simpleton.
You're wasting your time searching for that someone,
When you once possessed her in the past,
But left her behind.
I guess you're too stubborn to look back,
And recall your broken past.
You say you don't know what love is,
But perhaps you're just denying your understanding of it.
You're searching for that "special someone",
When that someone is right here before your eyes.
She's been waiting for you all this time,
Only too speechless and afraid to say a thing.
You're thinking about her,
Don't deny.
She knows you really do care,
You're just too stubborn to regret your mistake.
She stands here,
With tears in her eyes.
Can't you see her pain?
The sadness she endures?
How long will it take for you to swallow that selfish pride of yours,
And return to her side?
Keep searching all you want,
But you'll never find what you're looking for.
Because what you need,
Has been buried under all your denials and regrets.
If you could get past it all,
Then maybe finally,
You'll understand what love is.
Or perhaps,
Enforce your already found understanding.