By Daisy     Daisy19970@aol.com
Date: 5 September 1999

Passing The Streets

                                                                                       Winter 98/99


A tear stained cheek with long used paint is etched in Her marble face.
An ear of burning red, the ear thought to listen.
The smile that nearly killed me, of eyes so blue and emotions so deeply unreal.
A glance,  a stare, 
so you all turn to whisper and snear at the beautiful girl He once knew.
The false fire fueled and lit by soft hands and longing kisses.
A time when They saw, the pains that She threw, the feelings He maimed.
The smile that a lover once knew.