
The girl looks from afar, Admiring her love as he walks along Every day, she watches, Observing his little quirks, His distinct oddities Sometimes, she even catches That beautiful, beaming smile of his, As bright as the sun, Enough to disperse clouds of gray If only, armed with that expression, He would turn her way If only, that stare was directed At her, and her alone But deep down, the girl knows, It's impossible for a living being To care for something already dead, No longer there in physical form So, with a small, but knowing smile, The girl always thinks to herself, "It's okay, you don't have to love me." Meanwhile, crystalline tears Prick at her glazed cerulean eyes
© 6 April 2019, by Haley Scully
Beautiful poem!
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Thank you very much! I really appreciate the kind words! 😀
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