No matter how hard I try,
My eyes search for yours
In the most crowded room of all
Just to see if your eyes brighten
When they lock with mine.
And I see you
But you see her
Because I took too long
To see that spark in your eye
When I smiled
Or laughed;
But now the tables have turned
For your spark toward me
Had been dull
And brightened to someone else.
However, my eyes only search for yours
In the most crowded room of all
No matter how much the pain grows
Because a glance is better
Than a faded memory.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
