I walk though the willows,
wondering where you might be,
I see you,
yet you do not look at me.
You are as good as dead, that much I know.
If you looked at me,
you would be ashamed,
my brown eyes
cold,
empty,
lifeless.
My ebony hair no longer
fluttering in the breeze,
no longer shining.
My smile,
no longer bright and full of love,
now it is empty and cold.
I look at you, and see you hate me,
I still love you!
Can't you see!
I love you as you once loved me. . . .
I sit at the tree you always stood at
and am prepared to wait for you to relize I love you. . .
I'm ready to always die for you!
Can't you tell!
I don't want to be so cold and lifeless!
Let's just take a walk. . .
Down memory lane. . . .
Let's see if you can still love. . .
Down memory lane. . . .
Let's see if I can still feel. . .
Down memory lane. . . .
