You love someone, they love another,
Perfect moments for short termed happiness,
Possible pain for your own harbored feelings,
A wise decision to not intervene, to be alone,

The nicest, kindest, and caring, are often found alone,
Not by circumstance of darkened fate, but by choice,
Choice to not cut others off, consider others ability to feel.
At the expense and sacrifice of everything left of the warmth of my heart.

But why? Oh why, do I have to be the one so alone?
A handful of true friends, with only words as comfort.
Memories of times touched, cooled and frozen in the cruelty of choice,
Barely warm my bleeding heart, as I find myself in despair.

I need to be touched, held, hugged, kissed and loved,
Till all my laughs and tears are spent,
Till my mind unlocks, and my heart flies free,
Where I can fall asleep in a lovers design.

By choice, I do not intervene, for the sake of others,
In foretold failure, I plan my search, for one to hold.
But now only a dream is left, and just as my memories, I have become cold and frozen,
In the freezing prison of solitude, designed by the choice...

of one nice guy who finished last, so others could win.