He looked at me
And I guess I saw what I shouldn't see
I saw the pain in your eyes
And how much you're still in love with me
Tears falling
Guilty for what has come to be
I could no longer hold your gaze
For I know, that in your life
I have no place
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
