Tethered words.
A heart penned with swords.
You walk by and no one sees the pain that lingers under your smiling mask.
The love that you have for her, but to afraid to ask.
From afar I watch as she walks by the person that is not their.
She does not know that as she passes you capture the sent of her perfume
with one inhale, but she is still unaware that you are their.
I see as you pine for her affections, which are not returned.
It hurts the pain of none existents in beautiful eyes that see right past
you.

 
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