I watched in awe
As a smile adorned her pretty pink lips
A slither of sunlight drowning my ongoing night
Her eyes that sparkled,
Finally, a familiarity with the stars in my darkness
A look of adorning locked on me
...but belonging to someone else.
Her laugh, like silver bells, light and innocent,
not to be stained with my pain.
My only hope, my breath of fresh air,
And yet still, she is not mine.
I watch her turn and run into the arms of another,
Her smile once again bright,
Her eyes the perfect mix of brown.
She looks back at me, happy.
My insides churn
I force a smile and she turns away.
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Victim of Lethologica
PoetryA collection of poems that are written by me in order to express my thoughts in a way that is not entirely original; or basically what I can't say out-loud.
