January....
February....
No one knows, no one ever noticed.
The slightly spark; the stolen innocent glances; the sweet dying smile on your face.
Who would have thought? who could ever feel?
The beating heart, the rumbling hungry heart of mine,
All I ever wanted was for you to notice my love.
All I ever wanted was your heart,
But quick as the dove, it was gone.
No beginning.
But a present ending.
So swift just how time flies.
No one ever noticed.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryLove comes in many forms. Sometimes we don't see it by our own eyes; sometimes we don't feel what's suppose to feel. Sometimes has become Always. Always has become Never. Never has become Forever. (collection of random free verse poetry)
