In another's arms,
I watched you swing,
giggling with joy,
wearing the ring,
in the fingers gently,
caressing the skin,
and stroking hairs,
while softly glancing,
the one, that's not me.
In another's arms,
I witnessed the change,
the glow on your face,
that increases the ache,
so, I stood in silence,
accepting fate's trails,
where rewards were lost,
only remains, are the cost,
a lifelong regret...
No comments:
Post a Comment