Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Broken Eye
Each day, you pass this way,
I held myself, not a word that I say.
Your wet eyes scythed my reflection,
Word are scuzzy that pass this way.
You say you are happy, doing fine,
I dint ask, I don’t mind.
Amazing, how u lie with that broken eye…
That day, I said “I love you”,
Fingers crossed, you said “Me too”,
Amazing, how you captured me with a broken eye…
If you pass by me, I’ll say
But would u even stay?
No you won’t, so what! I won’t cry.
A tear will roll down; neither in eyes will he stay.
You are happy, I’m fine.
Pass my way no more,
I won’t look, that broken eye, not anymore.