My love is an art that never catches his eye.
My love is a show, but the audience is missing the most important person.
My love is a light that he seems to be blind to.
But sometimes I can't help but look over my shoulder, hoping that this time the silent spectator is backstage finally watching the show that was only ever put on for him.
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Poems For Him
Poetrya collection of poems for those of us who talking isn't enough to heal the pain of loving someone who can't seem to love you back.
