Hundreds of people from all walks of life,
I was one of them.
I pass by your sight everyday,
I smile, but that was all.
I grin at the sight of your stunning face,
I almost destroyed my posture for my heart was at race.
I gleamed as I stare at your tantalizing eyes,
but I know that's all I can do,
for all I was holding is a picture of you.
See how my life relied on your smile?
A smile I could never witness at a clear mile.
Halfway around the world,
Your life was never a misery.
Mine remained usual,
sad, dull and forever static.
Your life was my life,
your strife was still my life.
Everybody loved your charm,
but all it did to me was complete harm,
A harm to my innocent yet hoping mind,
I know you weren't even a faint touch,
I was lovingly too blind.
I guess you couldn't hear my cries of bitter ecstacy,
My sudden burst of qualms,
I was crying but still,
I'm happy.
Happy to see you hold hands with another girl,
my world a disastrous moody swirl.
This is my life I guess,
destined to look at you from this crumpled picture,
what a complete mess.
I hope one day,
My life would never be of complete dismay.
As I shout loud to the world for my dark luck,
no one responded,
no one heard.
For I was a mere girl inside your pot of gold,
I was never that bold.
Bold to show you the feelings I held in lieu,
for once,
listen,
and hear me too.
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PoesiaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
