She had to look him back.
there was something about the way he used his eyes.
although she knew there was probably someone watching,
she had no choice.
she had to look him back.
she had to look him back.
her options had been used up.
she didn't want to lose him if she could help it
but hell was closing in
and she was running out of time.
she would have made a different decision had she been alone
but his tone had changed to a higher pitch
she knew he was going to make a switch
but she beat him to it.
she had to look him back.
© (1998—Tulsa, OK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem