When I look back you're all I see.
I try to move on, but your memory comes to me.
Another word born from the heart that I've never heard.
Gentle sweetness pouring honey, no! You call me jerk.
To my sight soften glass easily broken through hurt,
although on my hands cherished like a precious diamond in the moment buried in my heart.
Time and time I tried to keep it in, but it wasn't meant to be.
Through the glance of anothers watch
will be your beauty without a match,
but I as the empty space between the words.
No attention and of no importance, just took place on the wrong occasions, but you still meant the words I wrote, the words I spoke.
I could see the the moon laid on your eyes, how they sparkled through the night, but the morning had to rise and you had to say goodbye.
The day made it clear and you wondered why?
You were beautiful then and still to this day.
Apparently my all wasn't enough, you didn't understand.
If jerk is what you remember of me, then your beauty I'll never forget because that's all I have left.
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Love and Heartbreak
RandomWhen you see someone so beautiful, but don't have the courage to tell her. For those who are quiet, like me, don't fear one day you're stare will say it all and maybe she might understand.
