He's just another one of the crowd.
Just another shade.
And just another mind, swarming around just another people.
He was suppose to be just...
But he wasn't.
He wasn't just another for her.
He was just for her.
When his dark hair that supposedly matched with the rest, seemed to always find her.
And how a little brush of their hands, seemed to linger the rest of the day.
And how she heard him, when she was supposed to be concentrating.
He was just for her.
But for him.
She was just another.
-written when one-sided love seemed too heartbreaking to bear alone.
:/:/:/
Y'all ever faced with the realities of one-sided love?
Tell me if it hurt as much.
ČTEŠ
The Truth Left Unspoken
PoezieA collection of poems/short stories. • • • Lines of letters that you cannot confront. Lines of words that you are too scared to admit Lines of phrases that are truth finally spoken
