She walks down the hall,
barely glancing his way...

Drip drip,
Drip drip...

Best friends,
is what they used to be...

She walks slowly,
Down the long hallways...

She screams
at the top of her lungs...

{this poem means a lot to me. its the dream, well...
Everything had been going great...

I am a writer,
Writing my feelings...

She gazes into his dark blue eyes,
As she lightly grabs his hand...

She walks into the room,
Everyone stops to stare...

Are you happy now?
You broke my heart in two...

Nobody cares about my feelings,
She quietly states to her guy friends...

She knows what she wants,
but sometimes...