You always will be untitled in my life
You always will be that part of my book of life that is unnumbered and unnamed
You always will be that page I never want to turn to
That blank page that has a million words of remorse written on it
That page that is filled with nothing but blotched ink from my pen
That page that has been ruined by blotches that it has lost meaning of what was inscribed on it
That page that has been battered by heavy rains but never seems to dry up
That page filled with sin that even the sun and wind have turned on it
That one whose role in my life is never to be entertained nor mentioned
Oh my love, lost as you are, all you ever will be is untitled