I look back,
And all I see is your eyes,
Staring so intensely back at me.
I've never known,
Why you love me,
But I can't say the same.
When you cross that line-fine
That's when it's too hard
To be friends anymore.
Crying myself to sleep at night,
Because I've finally realized,
That all is nothing; there is no reason,
You're nothing to live for anymore.
Abandoned Endearment by BadFreak88
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Poetry & Tragedy, Words: 76, Published: 1/24/2004