It was within these halls you stood now that I walked hand in hand with him weeks ago
It was the same paintings he had kissed me to that you are now admiring alone
He and I both wore white and looked quite lovely
You wore head-to-toe black, implying something
An event I shared with him that happened a few weeks ago that was only captured by memory
An Instragram moment for you that you will share to anyone who's watching and listening
In a party over a year ago, you saw me sitting alone and scared of everyone
I caught you staring at me while your arms were wrapped around someone
Our eyes met then like the way one stares at a beautiful painting.
But like an onlooker, we walk away with nothing...
Fast forward 12 months--
Our first trip to the museum
With you as your only company
and me in the arms of somebody
Though I was happy being with him, I have yet to have someone of my own
Here you are currently, pushing away the sadness of your state of isolation
What if that coincidence went further
and we both saw each other?
Amidst the oil on canvas and statues
Would I have a chance with you?
These questions run my mind as it wasn't long ago I've been in the floors you now stand
The missed opportunity from a year ago is probably another missed one a year later
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
It was within these halls you stood now that I walked hand in hand with him weeks ago
It was the same paintings he had kissed me to that you are now admiring alone
He and I both wore white and looked quite lovely
You wore head-to-toe black, implying something
An event I shared with him that happened a few weeks ago that was only captured by memory
An Instragram moment for you that you will share to anyone who's watching and listening
In a party over a year ago, you saw me sitting alone and scared of everyone
I caught you staring at me while your arms were wrapped around someone
Our eyes met then like the way one stares at a beautiful painting.
But like an onlooker, we walk away with nothing...
Fast forward 12 months--
Our first trip to the museum
With you as your only company
and me in the arms of somebody
Though I was happy being with him, I have yet to have someone of my own
Here you are currently, pushing away the sadness of your state of isolation
What if that coincidence went further
and we both saw each other?
Amidst the oil on canvas and statues
Would I have a chance with you?
These questions run my mind as it wasn't long ago I've been in the floors you now stand
The missed opportunity from a year ago is probably another missed one a year later
