by Richard Vince

Her face was made to smile;
Mine was not. When I want to
Smile, I cannot; when she
Tries to frown, there is always
A trace of smile she cannot

I wonder what it is like
To be her. Who are the people
She is happiest to see? What
Memories have reappeared today
That she wishes were gone

In reality, I am only
Wondering what it would be
Like for me to have her

I can wonder all my life,
But I will never see the
World through her eyes.
What I really want is
For her to talk to


Posted on 06/09/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

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