You pass me by everyday

but you do not know

how I bleed inside

what bothers my soul

like a newborn baby

that is left alone

I'm not been touched

in such a long time

heart feels cold as a bone

tho I write words of romance

inside I am a silent fire

but I am far from love

Two roads Frost said

in a forest, wait for me

but I cannot go either way

there is no love I see

so I'll write poetry

turn some on-amaze others too

but inside I'm dying

but what is that to you?

your image is set in stone

O to be taken by a woman

without warning, with passion,

some starlit night

then I started to wonder

how many more feel this way

are they also stuck between

2 roads?...I cannot say

for all I know

that you pass me by,

everyday..............