No One Notices
Her heaven will be a love without betrayal
Reality is an ugly, misused state
Of which the world should have never been
Around and around we go
Day in until our final day out
It rains the tears have mixed
So this wetness of my face you cannot tell
Which is which
As I walk through a crowd of busy people wielding cell phones and umbrellas
I am all alone
No one sees me, really sees me or notices
Until I'm gone
Copyright © Maryann Nope | Year Posted 2018
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