𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I look at you with open eyes,
A heart laid bare without disguise.
In every glance, a quiet plea,
A hope that you might care for me.

But when you turn, your gaze is cold,
A lock on feelings left untold.
The words you speak, they cut like stone—
A silence sharp, a heavy tone.

I wish for warmth, a softened stare,
But all you give is chill and glare.
The more I try, the more you turn,
And leave me here alone to burn.

I wonder why I stay this way,
A moth drawn close to cruel dismay.
Yet still, I wait, though heart feels bruised—
Loving someone who can’t be moved.

And though I ache, I understand
Some love just slips right through our hands.
A lesson carved in quiet pain—
To long for sun, yet walk in rain.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟