The Bystander

Reminiscing the dreams of a certain cloudy night Of a man, I never knew The rush of emotions that surrounded my heart Followed by waves of depression dampening my spirit He only has eyes for her The her who has a he Yet it is evident when their eyes meet each others’ The passion is not to be missed Her he does not know, I pretended not to know In the corner, I stayed, surveying his every move reminding myself that always I'll be nothing but a bystander