A couple of chairs away was he
His eyes keep glancing over me
Okay fine, I'll accept the grim
That I'm the one staring at him
He was so close yet so far away
Never will he hear what my heart will say
Just one room, but it felt like two worlds
Having him in here, is still kind of blurred
I feel so incomplete, a piece missing from my heart
This feeling started, when we both fell apart
Everything we ever had, I treasured them like gold
But now it's just a story, memorized, but was never told.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
