He was standing in front of me
His big smile turned to wee
Suddenly his face was dotted with tears
And I felt something queer

He gripped me so tight
That made me feel nothings right
He whispered unto my ear
"I am sorry for all the pain my dear."

Memories twirled back in my mind
The years I had spent with him was a mere nightmare
It was like living a happy life in a beast's lair
I was not the only girl he loved, we were three, I remember

I was like martyr hero killing myself for his sake
Our love was no piece of cake
It was only then when I knew-
Our love was a pure fake

His tears weren't enough for all the ache
Now that I am awake
You can no longer deceive me
**You can not delude again a fooled heart

Notice we always want,
what we do not have?
Mostly its money,
recognition or such.

Or, it's what we missed
or left behind.  
We pine for the
should have been ours.

Selfishly.

For we ignore,
this great gift.
We simply overlook,
what reflects in the mirror.

A unique collection of cells,
a grouping of thoughts,
living.  An unnatural state,
by rights, it would appear.

So maybe we should
instead consider ourselves,
unbelievably fortunate.
In simply living.