She is the stake that pierces my heart and makes it quake.
It devistates me to know I am a small thought while shes awake.
Everyday I think about her broken soul that continues to break.
Why do I feel that my love for her came to late?
How she departed before I could take her away from the slithering snake.
Its as if I was just getting passed her locked gate when her defensive gaurd
slamned its sword in my face. Our one date was the time she cried from having
dropped her plate on my clean slate. God I miss her face and her soothing eyes
that could’ve sealed our fate.
