Her

Her

i see her in front of me, acting as though she doesn't know me,

Her

does she not remember? Doesn't she see who it is?

Her

I quiver at the thought of saying something, to do so would mean she would have to acknowledge me,

Her

why can't she see..what has happened to her? 

Her

no..it isn't her, it's me , it's what I've done. 

Her

she brushes her hair out of her starlit eyes as though looking away, and yet she couldn't be more beautiful

Her

i realize what I must do

Her 

i turn and walk away

Her 

only stopping to take one final glance at her beauty

Her

for she deserves someone who can make her notice them

Her 

someone whom she loves

Her 

and someone who loves

Her...