Will he ever notice my glances,
Will he ever take heed to my advances,
Will he ever realize how my heart beats when he is near
Will he ever see me more than a friend, a colleague, a mere aquaintence
Will he...
Will he...
I pray,
I cry,
I hope,
I try, but in the end, he doesn't see me,
I'm just not worth his time, It just can't be me
I'm a vapor to his eyes, even though to me, he was all that kept me breathing.
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The Last of Her Kind
PoetryThe Last of Her Kind is remnants of her past love life as she moves on to the next phase of her life. It's about things that she saw and experienced. ©2023
