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.
ReplyDelete๐๐๐๐ I cannot comment on this.
DeleteThank you though!
DeleteCan I? Comment on this? Hahaha
DeleteLemme add firewood to the fire๐๐๐
DeleteNo Betsy...thou shall not๐. And no firewood
DeleteGood poetry. I love the plain facts in it. We all can relate.
ReplyDelete๐ค. Thank you!!
DeleteIssan everyday experience
ReplyDeleteWow. But sometimes they way we look at her is just infatuation and not love
ReplyDeleteThe plain reality of lifeโจ
DeletePoetry is breathtaking
There is that one look which is not infatuation
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