She sits, torn inside from waiting
the game of dating
is such a vicious demise,
for those perfect eyes
that stared long past gone
weren't only just one
they were two
(one brand new)
Now caught up in the heart
can never be apart
from the one, but the other
her feelings will smother
as they dance gayly
and think of him daily
thoughts of such desire
which won't seem to expire
She knows it is wrong
to one she must belong
but the heart keeps on chasing
feelings erasing
as they come and pass weekly
with her smiling meekly
one hers and one wanting
the feeling keeps haunting
Can't both be her treasure?
What is this 'forever'?
it's beautiful, and it hurts to read all at once. you've got the feeling down I believe.