An accident glances, nothing more,
I thought it was me you cared for.
"Classmate, I hope you knew,
I keep glancing at you,"
But no, I was assuming, I see,
How could I not, when you glance at me?
Just like you glance at her so clear,
Yet hers held meaning, mine disappeared.
You avoid me now as if I’ve done wrong,
But once, when we talked, we got along.
That outing still plays in my mind,
Your words were thoughtful, kind.
You used the photo I took, it’s true,
Though your friend had a better view.
Why pick my shot, so flawed, so plain?
Why give my heart this fleeting pain?
Why do I keep assuming these things?
Is it because of the hope a glance brings?
I hate the feelings you leave inside,
Confused by glances I can’t deny.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
