By Daisy--annaharris@hotmail.com
Date: 11 February 1999

End of the Road

As I walk down the road,
I see reminders of you.
I can't help but break down,
How do I keep my composure,
When I miss you more than anything?
But I've been denied the right to see you,
Why can't you just come here?
What makes it so hard for you to do something?
I always call you,
You don't call me.
I come see you,
You rarely come see me.
That's it,
I give up!
I can't stand the hurt any longer,
So I leave reminding you of one thing,
Never forget i love you.