sparkling cider in your eyes

My hand brushed your smooth fingertips.

I wanted you to notice me.

Your brown eyes widened

but you didn’t ask

 

    you’re afraid of the answer.

 

I’m left disregarded,

I’m left feeling undefined.

Nothing’s new,

again I’m unnoticed.

 

 

Sparkling cider in your eyes

 

  that twinkling face is your disguise

  you know my soul is yours to take

  I wait and wait,

 

you run and hide.

Reviews

[Mélania Woolf]

This is simply so good! Your poem speaks to me and I can relate to it.
Beautifully-penned!

[Andre Lamy]

very good