I watch you as you leave in haste.
Leaving a strange sensation, a bitter taste.
Has my logic been such a waste?
Never to experience love, always striving for perfection.
Pain always rising from this heart that can't find an explanation.
Just once, I would consider throwing my will, my strength.
But would you notice me? Must I beg? To what length?
I look at you as you walk away.
Wishing beyond logic, you could stay.