The look upon her face
she wants to cry out...

From the day she met him
from the day he met her...

Sitting there
looking so sweet and gentle...

Why are you that way
how you always put yourself down...

I don't know what to feel
wanting to think this isn't real...

Time goes by
And god knows I try...

I called you my friend
thinking i could trust you...

Deep down it hurts
I try not to care...

To anyone who must be reading this
I might not still be alive...

You have tried to be here for me
since I was born...

Looking back at the years that have gone by
When I first seen you...

So it was
the poem I wrote...