I was crying when our eyes met
I was hoping you don't notice
But then, my eyes were so wet
They became your main focus
From across the room, you came along
And I found myself cursing my fate
You asked me, "Is something wrong?"
I started leaving saying, "Its all's great."
Even in that crowded restaurant
You saw how lonely I really was
Yet the only thing that I want
Is for you to let me be, because
We're two people with history
And this isn't our chapter one
You seem to know the mystery
But I'm pretending to have none
YOU ARE READING
In My Verse
Short StoryA story of childhood friends, Abigail and Dwayne, narrated in poetry.
