The Happy Times
I looked into her eager restless eyes
waiting for her lover.
Impatient and anxious,
she looks at the door
as if to catch a sight of him.
Her eyes glisten
when I talk of him.
Chirpy and childish,
she waits and waits and waits...
And when he finally comes.
She's elated and smiling from her eyes.
I see them holding hands,
laughing with no care in the world.
They talk and talk and talk
Of the stories they lived
in each others' absence.
Finding reasons to touch each other,
She wipes off food from his lips.
They blush in the silences.
Holding hands they look out the window together,
They smile at the falling autumn leaves.
The Fall
As I, the third wheel, sit and write this
I feel the odd one out
The one without love,
or friendship, or company..
I look out the window,missing my own self.
I was also her once ,
Blushing, holding hands,smiling,
laughing with no care in the world.
Looking out the window,
the falling autumn leaves
make me smile and laugh and cry all at once.
How drastically has life changed...
It goes on, it just goes on.
I look out the window and grow silent.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoetryIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
