EricaKane

Glances, stares, looks of- regret? No words, no whispers, no murmurs of thoughts Bleeding, bleeding, my lacerated heart Your eyes so intense, Speaking of the passion you won't speak of Silence, the wonderful murderer The serial killer of love

You're miserable. But I can't help, and it kills me. Your heart is breaking, but not for me. Your tears are falling, but for her, the one you love- not me. I hold you close, like a good friend. Wipe your tears, make you eat, make you sleep, All for her, not for me. I give you advise, For those stupid parents who won't let you love their daughter. I do it all, and say "because I care" But that's not why. But I can't say why, not for real For if I did, then the truth revealed Would ruin what small love you have for me, So I shall never be free Never know your love But you will always know mine. Always.