Carelessly I follow you to no ends,

An angel heaven-sent,

Knowing you have yet to look back at me,

Afraid you would look right past me,

But you are too busy chasing your desire,

A desire I cannot, could not accept.

 

So I run in negligence,

For as long as I cannot see what is infront of you,

I may continue my fantasy,

A future with you I planned to see,

Continue dreaming that it is just you and me,

Ironically, your favorite number was three.