I knew a girl that loved a boy who didn't love her back
I knew her sad eyes and her voice so frail and thin
I knew her heartache and her pain — her endless nights alone
I understood her and her position
It was one I knew so well
If only the one she loved hadn't treated her like a toy
I recall the day — the day she met the boy
It was a sunny summer day and he was acting coy
He lead her on and gave her hope
He lied to her; I tried to cope
I just watched from a distance
There was nothing I could do
So I went home knowing she never saw me there
I went home feeling guilty I did naught but stare
So I went bed and rest my head
Then let my thoughts unravel
I thought about the times when I was alone
Feeling the same pain as her
I thought about her pain; about the boy
And the teasing he would do
I whispered in the dark
"Why doesn't she love me... not you?"
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
