Injured physically
Limping around everywhere
Friends helping me up
I look up
And see him.
My stomach twists
And gets those stupid butterflies again
Expected he'll come around
And help me, ask 'are you okay?'
With those beautiful brown eyes
Just like the old days
He just turned away
Only gave me a quick glance
I forced my smile to be stuck on my face
So others don't think I was hurt
Not on the outside,
But deep, deep inside my heart
Where a knife had dug into my heart
And found its place to stay
And continuously twist and turn
Whenever I saw him and remembered
The time he just glanced at me
Injured, and didn't do anything.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
Injured physically
Limping around everywhere
Friends helping me up
I look up
And see him.
My stomach twists
And gets those stupid butterflies again
Expected he'll come around
And help me, ask 'are you okay?'
With those beautiful brown eyes
Just like the old days
He just turned away
Only gave me a quick glance
I forced my smile to be stuck on my face
So others don't think I was hurt
Not on the outside,
But deep, deep inside my heart
Where a knife had dug into my heart
And found its place to stay
And continuously twist and turn
Whenever I saw him and remembered
The time he just glanced at me
Injured, and didn't do anything.
