• Alone.
    One word with so much meaning,
    But I'm alone in this crowd.
    All I see is you,
    Standing in the middle.
    With admirers all around,
    Your face glows in its perfection.
    The green orbs that are the shade of perfect grass.
    I think you look my way ,
    You flash a smile ,
    I grin thinking its for me.
    Then BAM!
    I'm pushed out of the way.
    As your blonde hairs beauty takes her rightful place next to you,
    You never glance back my way .
    I look down and frown ,
    I sigh and turn ,
    Turn into the arms of someone twice has handsome,
    But again I'm pushed out of the way.
    For his perfect mate.
    I give up.
    I walk away.
    The crowd miles away.
    I never look back and no one ever comes looking.
    I look down.
    Wow, that's beautiful!
    I comment one last time.
    I bend my knees slightly,
    Flinging my self to the dark abyss below.
    As I fall I look up to see the same crowd,
    gathered over the cliff tears in there eyes.
    Too late.
    That's what they are.
    Now my world has gone black,
    And My last breath stolen from me..