These Corridoors We Passed Poem by Emma Woods

It's you I always think of when I walk these corridoors
It's you my mind lingers knowing you left me on the floor
Every time I set my eyes on you I'm tongue - tied - frozen still
Your beauty stuns and deep inside I knoe just how I feel
I know I miss you terribly - I risked so much for you
I read the text you sent me twice to know you felt it too
That night I told you from my heart - every detail spoken
All I asked is for your heart and now ask why I'm broken

Some suspicious date to Tuesday 12th August 2008