A New Year, a new writing.

[faaip_de_till]

In a corner lays an empty canvass,
a shooting star that rose too fast.
A wasted potential like broken glass.
With no rhyme or reason,
a story left untold.
Those bright eyes left to cry,
to sit and stare and wonder why.
A mind succumb to treason,
to give up on all ones feelings.
I'd walk away tomorrow,
to give up all the hurt.
But I feel that all the sorrow,
will know its way to follow.
Your actions deceive what your
eyes give away.
Your heart tells all your secrets,
and yet you turned away.
A gentle kiss, a world all wanted,
and yet you walked away.