I look at you within the crowd,
my chest aches;
a little, a little. But, it never stays.
You look at me with eyes looking surprised,
my chest tightens.
A little, just a little. Only a little time was spent.
Your eyes shift to blue as she calls out your name,
my sanity breaks.
A little, just a little, as tears flood my face.
I look at you as my vision starts to fade,
I heard myself whisper;
"A little, just a little,
until sadness takes you away."
- m.m
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Poetrythe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
