What you do to me

by Sharmeta   Jul 21, 2006


She slits her wrists and crys at night,
To try to understand why she can't win this innocents fight.
She wonders what shes done so wrong,
To loose someone to dear and strong.
She dies inside as she lies awake,
While her poor heart seems to break.
Her smile used to make heads turn,
But now all her soul does is burn.
She longs for his touch and his kiss,
But seems to always miss.
The way he looked in her eyes and said those three innocent words,
And told her that he couldn't wait to stand by her side as more than a friend someday.
As she fell so deeply in love,
And crys while hes gone.
How she fell in love no one can quite tell,
But one things for sure no one in hell can help her now!

By: Sharmeta Spencer

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