Yet Again
How unfair should the world be,
To let me see beauty,
Yet use it against me?
Those eyes,
I thought liked to look at me.
To look at me as a friend,
Or someone entirely different,
But now, it gazes past me.
I liked those smiles,
That beautiful image I see.
How I’d wish,
For you to also see me.
But who am I,
For you to even think about?
I am just someone else,
Like an available item for you to pick.
They say, “Love a writer,
and you’ll be immortalized,
in pen and paper”.
But for me it was the opposite.
I have loved and lost.
And now,
I have, yet again,
Immortalized,
Another soul.
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