Your hollow eyes as you walk past
Showed me your heart.
Had something happened?
Or have you gotten sick of me already?
It’s as though someone plucked out your soul, and threw it on the roadside.
It’s just you and your empty body left
Trodding on this cold hard ground.
Time and time again,
I resisted the urge to call out to you,
To give you a warm smile
To ignite a flame.
Hugs I’ll give if I could
But you’re so unreachable I couldn’t.
(I miss you and your smile. Where are you now?)
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Your hollow eyes as you walk past
Showed me your heart.
Had something happened?
Or have you gotten sick of me already?
It’s as though someone plucked out your soul, and threw it on the roadside.
It’s just you and your empty body left
Trodding on this cold hard ground.
Time and time again,
I resisted the urge to call out to you,
To give you a warm smile
To ignite a flame.
Hugs I’ll give if I could
But you’re so unreachable I couldn’t.
(I miss you and your smile. Where are you now?)
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