Window To The Soul
Everytime I see this person walk down the hall way, it's like they don't want the world to exist or have anything to do with the world anymore.
this person always sticks out to me, wearing a new hoodie everyday, strutting down the hallway with her head day in sorrow. She's not sad for recent events of death is she? Does she hate to be living? Maybe it's just a depressed phase? the more I dwell on it though, the more I get to thinking.
Why can't I make her feel better? I guess it's just the way I function. I've always helped friends whether it be far or near, I've helped with break-ups, suicides, song writing, or just being there when someone's crying. Seeing her like this causes my heart so much torment, and I knew why. It's seeing someone you once loved so much be miserable, after all isn't that what some of our main goals are about? Just to be as happy as we can be? But no, I have to sit here and look into your eyes and see your soul. I have to see how sad you are, how you could cry at anytime of the day. I really wish you were happy, so I could get you off my mind. It just makes me think more and more about our past together, after all it's dead... right? Or is there something more in store for us and we have no idea that it's coming? I sure hope so, no matter what it takes I'd love to be in your life again.