anyone could see it; the way she looked at him.
the yearning in her eyes could be noticed from across the room.
it's almost as if she didn't hear the words he breathed so delicately.
everyone else heard, they heard every word of the painful exchange.
yet, the girl's doe eyes never lifted from their inattentive gaze,
and her feeble fingers never detach from where they wrapped around his clenched fists.

or maybe she did hear him.
just too caught up in her first lover's eyes,
too spellbound by his new pine cologne,
or too captivated by the image of him she created in her mind
to see he didn't love her anymore.

THEY COME TOO CLOSE,WHEN EVER THEY NEED A FAVOR,
WHEN THE JOB IS DONE,INSTENTLY,
THEY CHANGE FLAVOR !!

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

for the earth to flower, rain must pour

for the sky to collapse, a mind can dream

for the memories to fade, time will flow

for the universe to make sense, you do doubt

for the sun to rise again, darkness shall reign

for the heart to atone, a soul may pray

for the life to have purpose, mankind be wise

When I am breathing

I get no attention

But when I am not

I have everyone’s affection.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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