by Erica Drew
A friend once described a instance in his life that inspired me to write this piece.
My eyes follow your every move.
They reflect the feelings from my soul.
I speak to you in un-leveled voice,
Trying so hard to hide,
My feelings for you.
You fail to see the truth.
Your innocence is unbecoming,
Your heart a cold piece of ice.
Why am I not your beloved ! ? !
That is my bane of love,