I see her.
I like her tone.
Her demeanor.
She said she needed me, and I know that
She needed to smile with me.
I wish I could hold her tight, but she is far away or maybe she doesn't notice.
Maybe she doesn't notice how much I would love to see her smile and her hair and her
Bright eyes.
Maybe she doesn't notice anything anymore.
She can't see my pain.
All she can see is me.

Tag people in the comments who you feel this way about. And I tag 30secondstohell for Alice.

Or tag yourselves