I watched her dance, a passionate mess
Her lips curve up in a smile
She loves me, she does
But not the love that would make
Her heart cheer in adoration
Or eyes to sparkle like the clear sky
Yet when that man comes to frame
Wrapping her deep in his slow dance of love
Her eyes glow like the starry night
Her heart filled with him, chest full and lips parted
I'm left in my willowy depths
Of ice cold heartlessness.
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
