Shards of broken glass flow from the galaxy within my eyes.
Her face mask the beautiful pictures of my dreams
Darkness recovers the memories of the heart break.
She is gone.
I have decided to let her go.
But my mind burns with images of the girl i barley met.
I will not send her a text.
Because she does not want me to.
I wonder if my face covers her dreams?
If the darkness of her soul begins to make her fall.
I wonder if she knows the pain she brings.
Her beautiful face.
the way her eyes burn into the deep confines of my heart.
The way her lips fall into a innocent line of perfection.
I wonder if she can ever realize that her body fits the lines between my hands.
The way that love at first sight as been burned into the sutures of my skull.
I wonder if my breath was supposed to catch.
And my heart was supposed to flutter.
But none of that matters.
because she walked away.
So now i take my turn
And wrote this in her name
She knows who she is
So this poem needs no name