At first it almost seemed like a game,
But since the crash, I'm like a bird now lame,
And nothing has ever been the same.
I can only shiver when I look in his eye,
And his arm is like a snake in the rye
When he gives a hug before "goodbye."
His voice can be hurtful, though serene,
And to see him angry is a nightmare's scene.
It's worse than being treated like his queen.
He speaks of love as though I'm his bride,
As though he has claimed me in his stride.
Our relationship is now a bumpy ride.
Yet I dare not allow my feelings to show,
Or even begin to let this boy know,
Lest guilt my every emotion overthrow.
I can't let him go!
But since the crash, I'm like a bird now lame,
And nothing has ever been the same.
I can only shiver when I look in his eye,
And his arm is like a snake in the rye
When he gives a hug before "goodbye."
His voice can be hurtful, though serene,
And to see him angry is a nightmare's scene.
It's worse than being treated like his queen.
He speaks of love as though I'm his bride,
As though he has claimed me in his stride.
Our relationship is now a bumpy ride.
Yet I dare not allow my feelings to show,
Or even begin to let this boy know,
Lest guilt my every emotion overthrow.
I can't let him go!
I know it's cruel, but I had to vent. Let's just hope he doesn't see it . . . eek
