by Brianna G. Harte
Am I blind?
Or can I just not see
a struggle to hold onto love
when I think it’s meant to be?
You can casually glance in my direction
and go on with your wonderful life
but what goes on between us
does not seem strangled with a knife.
When we stroll down the pathways
covered with crackling leaves,
peace swirls in the atmosphere
seeing the happiness it weaves.
Far apart we may seem
but the world of us is true,
if we wanted to be together,
I’d know I’d only want you.
Copyright © 2015 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.