Monday, March 8, 2010

Poem 13

Every time I see you smile
my heart dies a little more
but only because I know I
wasn't the one to place that
beautiful smile upon your lips.

Every time I see you cry
I wish I were your tears
so I could start as a twinkle
in your eye, roll down your cheek
and rest on your soft lips before being
caught by the wind
and carried far away from you.

Every time I tell myself I'm over you
I fall for you all over again.
When I notice you with her
my world goes quiet
and all you can hear is the shattering
of my heart as it hits
the cold, hard floor.

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