Passing Glances

Since the very first day, passing
glances we exchanged.
You said you loved me, till that very day I saw you with her.
How can I love when I can't trust?
Without a doubt, we could be perfect strangers,
with nothing but a love falsely proven.
There's something about you that makes my heart skip a beat.
Is it your charming looks or your personality?
Why am I questioning this?
All I know is that those passing glances are more than just vacant stares.
They bring back the memories of the love that was once there.





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Parishrut said...
Mar. 29, 2012 at 3:25 pm
A nice poem. I have nothing more to say!
 
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