What a quiet beauty.
I wonder if you know.
I wonder if you know the look on his face as he sat at the table alone.
I saw him.
He looked so broken.
He looked heartbreakingly sad and lonely.
But I couldn't say anything, that much I know.
But I hope you see him again and tell him that he means something.
Because I'm sure he was so damaged and tired cause of you.
I see the way you whisper, only to each other.
It would be easy to assume that you were more.
Please hold him, please make sure.
Friends or not his love for you is pure.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
