I was holding his hand
Smiling, Inlove
Im inlove with him.
But as I look up into my comfort,,
Stone cold eyes meet mine.
The love that once shone through?
I dont know either.
My smile fades,
How am i meant to respond??
I give up and look away.
For his love is clearly no longer mine,,
He is my book, my context
Im simply just a paragraph to him.
