The way he looks at her,
Is like looking at magic,
Complete awe and astonishment,
As to how someone
(Something)
Could be.
And I can't help but wonder,
Has anyone been so encapsulated by me,
That they look at me that way too?
Will anyone ever?
The sort of innocent love,
Where it burns your eyes if you stare for too long,
Or not long enough,
A physical ache to be by their side.
Pain running through every limb,
(Bone,
And nerve)
When you're apart.
Will anyone love me this much?
I've experienced this sensation,
(All too much)
To never have crossed a mind for more than a second.
I thought I knew someone,
(Once)
Who believed I was made of gold,
Worshiped my path,
Sparks at my name.
How wrong I was,
To believe someone,
(Once)
Could think I was such a gem.
When I thought they saw gold,
It was only copper.
About the Creator
BA Queen
Chronically trying to get better.
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