Jul 2014
The way you stare
as if the galaxies
are right in front of you.
The way you smile,
like you've discovered
a new type of hue.
Too bad you're looking at her,
and
not me.
as if the galaxies
are right in front of you.
The way you smile,
like you've discovered
a new type of hue.
Too bad you're looking at her,
and
not me.
A poem about witnessing the one you love look at the one they love and it's not you.
