The one

 
Here's a poem from a very low day,
Waiting for a signal from the bay.
Hoping you would notice the light,
That doesn't shine anymore at night.
Too disappointed to tell you,
Too afraid to face the blues.
Tearing up and staining pillows
In a hope to bury my sorrows,
My last poem for you was so happy,
I hate to write this one all snappy.
But this is how things are now-a-days,
Or should I say since your bday
All happy memories have become a blur
Distinct are all the slurs
I hate to say this but i wish i were with a better someone
But my heart still considers you,the one.