You turn the corner,
Seeming to look behind,
I'm screaming deep inside
"Please, Come Back!".
I want you here so bad,
I need to hold your hand.
I desire to feel you breath,
Your the only one who will truly
understand why you need to see.
Why the pounding of your heart is
needed so badly by me.
Only you know it's significance.
Only your eyes feel right to me.
What to do about this dance,
Probably already missed my
chance.
But what would the point be to you
anyway,
I'm sure just a waist of another
day.
I find myself looking back,
Like never before,
I don't want to see you go,
In case it's my last chance you see
you there.
In case you really do walk out the
door.
That's why now I stop and stare.
I think you've noticed me too.
But do you know i don't walk away?
Like today, when you left to go to
your class, i was late for mine
because i stood there whispering
things to myself.
Thinking it was my last.
I can;t explain why,
But as i entered my room,
I unknowing started to cry.
This why i look so sad,
Because i remember you'll have to
leave,
But then again,
Who won't leave me?
What do you look back to see?
the full hallway,
or the empty me?
