A GLIMPSE.
the way you look at her,
she must feel above the clouds.
they way you turn away from me just to get a glimpse of her,
she must feel above the gods.
but she doesn't,
she ignores you.
she doesn't even remember your name,
your birthday,
your favorite food.
but i do.
so why don't you look at me that way?
why am i not the one you turn for?
what's so special about her?
is it her blue eyes?
her straight hair?
or is it just because she isn't me.
YOU ARE READING
THE GREY AND THE BROKEN.
Poetrygrey clouds fill the sky, broken hearts fill the world. why couldn't we be happy?
