There will always be the girl,
and there will always be the boy.
watching her,
loving him.
she will always walk over,
bury herself in his arms,
break the promises made the night before.
she knows she should leave,
let go, turn, run.
but hes staring back at her,
shes forgetting why,
can't fight the feelings,
controlling her inside.
it won't stop the smiling,
or the emptiness when he's gone,
shouldn't have been so stupid,
naive and blind.
the boy's not after love,
he just needs her by his side.
