I stare from the sidelines,

As the one I love departs.

Who was I to think that I'm good enough?

Good enough for her?

She's an angel.

I'm a broken boy.

He's perfect for her.

Not me.

I know.

And I lose hope.

But I can't stop loving her.

Not now, not ever.

At least she's happy.

𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟