I turn
She smiles
They hold hands
He stands now in front of her
The sight of beauty has gone
Where
Where is she now?
Does
she not know that it still
hurts
That I still hurt
I'm here with him now
Holding hands
I want
I yearn
I need
Those hazel eyes
Dark black hair
And those soft pink lips
Those same lips that is loved
By another
That is not so kind
Silly lips that talk and don't think
That do not hurt for those lips
A kiss
I don't speak
Just
Talk
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC