She looks different
She's pale, as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyes stares blankly at the road, I wonder what she's thinking
My mouth can't seem to say a single word; each and every sentence, tangled
It takes me back, the day I let her go
Seeing the pain in her eyes, somethings are left undone for a reason
She still looks as beautiful, as ever. Dully noted, she's worn out.
I should call her name, I should talk to her
Yes.. No.. YES, GO TALK TO HER, No!
I wanted to scream, knowing she could see me this second
But, no... Maybe I should let her be
I look at her one last time. Time is on my hand, I can stop her... Or leave her be
For my expectations are in need of answers
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It was Her
Poetry"It was her" - a mistake she made, and can never go back to fix it. The regret that stayed within him, thinking he could return the love she lost Describing each story in different ways
