I see you everyday,
But my sight is not the same.
I miss you.....
The way that it used to be for us,
But I guess things can never go back
To the first week that we were together.

We went too far, too fast
And now we are trapped.
I might as well be in love
With a ghost.
For, I will never see affection
From you again.
I won't allow myself to.

Fiesty
1/11/01