His Eyes

Once, he looked at me

With those soft, brown eyes

So full of desire

His smile of that of an angel

His smile perhaps of... someone in love

Our eyes locked and for just one moment, one second

My dreams came true

Every time he stops and looks away

I always think,

"He'll never know how many times I've looked at him, wanted him, dreamed of him."

But, then I tell myself,

"Oh, you poor girl, he never wanted to know in the first place.

All those times he looked at you

were fake."

My eyes drain of love and fill with tears

As I walk away from him

And burn my memories of him

Because our love for each other will never wake

And neither will my heart as I crawl into bed

and shelter myself from that idea that will never be:

Love.