You see the way I look at her
The way I admire her
The way her lips are turned down,
I bet you haven't noticed.
Her dried lips are always bloody from her picking,
You only notice when you kiss her lips.
I see the way she looks at you
The way she admires you
The way her hazel brown eyes speckled with green
Look at you with love, only to be looked back with anger.
I see the way you look at her,
The way her soft pink lips smile
The way her deep blue eyes shine
You don't see what I see when
I look at her
YOU ARE READING
Life Is Full Of Pain
PoetrySmall poems that kind of show how I'm feeling as you can probably tell I don't update often because most of the time, I forget I even have this
