None the Same

I came across a man one day

And it seemed he had a lot to say

But it was only spoken with his eyes

For his voice was compromised

Through catching glance

He conveyed by chance

A love he had not gained

Looking back it was such a shame

A marvelous fellow

Although rather mellow

His smile overwhelmed one’s heart

Only then till he fell apart

For when sorrow took place

It appeared on his face

And his demeanor was as grey as the rain

But he loved her all the same

The man with telling eyes

Never could find a deflector or disguise

As the love he could never achieve

Became his swollen grief

Everyone could tell

The pain he could not quell

It ate him up inside

This love he never denied

But one he could not attain

For she loved him none the same

Passerby

A statue stood in front of me

not quite the image I thought to see

for when I looked upon it's face

there was a mirrored image in it's place

But looking upon this molded stone

I realized it was all alone

except for I looking on I

yet I seemed to be just a passerby

Hardly recognizing what I saw

it seems I stood there in great awe

not because it was nearly artistic perfection

but due to the lack of knowing my own reflection