A Misery

A MISERY

There she goes on again, burns his innocent heart
with a smile on her lips, beauty is what it has got.
The beauty which he never wanted to make his own
but always wanted to feel it like it's his 'the one'.
The beauty which he never dared to talk about
but sang out loud when he was all alone.


There is no clue how much time has passed this way.
Things are same whether is December or last year's May.
He looks at her miserably as a smile she breaks
and never gets his eyes off until she notices.
He would not even dare to face her eyes
when he knew they were upon him,
for they would get him freeze outwardly
and make him shiver hard from his in.


He knows that it's not the love
the feelings that he has inside for her.
Because the word 'LOVE' was insufficient in itself
to define what he has kept untold as a secret.
A dream explains better what she is to him.
Not knowing the night when he had first dreamt
always she was there involuntarily
as soon as she knew his eyes have now slept.