I love you.

I love the way you walk,
I love the way you talk.

I love the way you wear your hair,
I love the way you pretend to care.

I love you, and the things you do
But I don't know if that is how you feel too.

One day you left me a message by my door,
Saying that i shoould call you no more.

It said how you really felt about me,
now all I think is "Why didn't I see?"

You broke my heart,
like you threw a metal dart.
Why didn't I see it from the start?

Well you are now gone and live a happy life,
The last thing you did to me was stab my heart with a knife.

To my mom's request!!!