words I wish I had said

our eyes met for the first time

time stopped and we passed by

months went by when

our eyes met once again.

the butterfly effect

when two people meet again

I recognised your presence

it felt like home

but they were only a pair of eyes

reading my soul in and out

two worlds collided

but without one word spoken.

I craved your touch like oxygen

but you couldn’t be mine just yet.

now your presence gives me warmth

even though you find it there

not in me but in her

her eyes are quiet mine are screaming

words I wish I had said when we met.

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