His eyes were the things she fell in love with the most,
He made the ordinary something to be praised,
Like a mundane day was better whenever she'd see his face.
And no she said nothing as she continued to do for years,
She sat by and watched, knowing she had no right to let out any tears.

But the eyes said more than the sun kissed brown,
It was a melody of hope,
A honey melted sound.
And when she searched his for that glimpse of hope,
She would smile to hide the fact his eyes were on another's heart,

And she'd torture herself with every kiss she never received,
Instead she'd try to convince herself, she was obsessed with every made up fantasy.
Knowing on a piece of paper on the bottom of her pile
She had promised her heart the day she'd look at their eyes and never smile

I wish you would just bury me she told him,
And fail to glance in my direction,
So I could bury the thought of you,
In an old fantasy collection.
© Aayra owned