The Observer
I sit and watch the good memories made,
The love flourishing in the atmosphere,
Yet no one realizes the afraid,
For it is covered up with the great cheer.
The one in the corner who sits alone,
Silently gazes upon go getters,
He is the one, who has a heart of stone,
Waiting for one whom he may send letters.
One day a kind girl walks upon his nook,
His golden eyes meet her gentle brown ones,
Love at first sight, let the sad boy unhook,
The two found love and now his dead heart runs.
Now I stand here and see everyone's glee,
But no one sees that it was always me.
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