Meant to be

She
makes me weak.
The sight
when she speaks
of her cherry painted lips
parting with melody.
If only I meant to her
what she means to me.


She
holds me tight.
Happiness
is in sight,
in eachother's sweet embrace,
I've never felt so sure.
But she never belonged to me
the way I belong to her.


She
wanders away.
The words
to make her stay
fumble unspoken in my mind
as my world begins to dim.
If only she looked at me
the way she looks at him.


She


She
makes me weak.
Cherry painted lips
parting in melody
not meant for me.

She

She's not meant for me.