My poems must be invisible...
Or silent...
Or maybe the words got scattered by the wind...
I don't know...
I poured my heart and soul writing love poems for a girl I adore...
She didn't say anything...
My only hope is she didn't hear them...
Or she could not read them...
It is been days...
But who knows...
Maybe she will answer some day...
Who am I kidding?...
The poems are not invisible...
I discovered I am invisible to her...
I say this with a tear in my eye...
A tear I can see and feel...
I can't be invisible...
The pain I am feeling is real...