You told me I was beautiful,
That my smile lit you up,
That my eyes were always bright,
That you have always wanted me,
That I was everything you needed.
I said No,
Not because I did not like you.
But because I knew;
And I still know,
The thin line between the truth and a lie.
And the truth was,
I saw the way you looked at her;
And I knew you would never love me,
The way you loved her.
Wow! The depth of truth in this!
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteInterested to know who 'her' was. Good 1.
ReplyDeleteππππ I cannot comment on this.
DeleteThank you though!
DeleteCan I? Comment on this? Hahaha
DeleteLemme add firewood to the fireπππ
DeleteNo Betsy...thou shall notπ. And no firewood
DeleteGood poetry. I love the plain facts in it. We all can relate.
ReplyDeleteπ€. Thank you!!
DeleteIssan everyday experience
ReplyDeleteWow. But sometimes they way we look at her is just infatuation and not love
ReplyDeleteThe plain reality of life✨
DeletePoetry is breathtaking
There is that one look which is not infatuation
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