Between the Words

Thought my heart had finish writing to you,
But who am I to say when it’s over and threw,
No longer penned for romances,
Instead writing for second chances,
Now realized is weight carried in my sigh,
Wondering if it would’ve been better if I’d lied,
Currently feeling I should bury my head,
Constantly recalling the things I said,
Maybe it stems from thoughts of what could’ve been,
Back when it was your heart I was trying to win,
Leaked were the emotions from my heart,
Knowing it couldn’t be me,
Always wanting the best for you from the start,
Frustrating over what I see,
Their failure to meet your commitment to love,
Me watching, wishing to see you love,
Not love only, but receive in return,
Could I be wrong for these feelings I yearn?
To cheer for you, though you may never know it,
Marvel at you, and may never show it,
I feel your pain and weep in silence,
I get upset, but keep from violence,
For a wonderful woman who’s worthy of the best,
Knowing when you find it, my heart too can find rest.