JERICO DIOQUINO
The first time I saw her,
She was sitting in a crowded room.
She was not alone,
but she was lonely.
The second time I saw her,
I saw the glimpse of her eyes.
She was not crying,
but she was miserable.
The third time I saw her,
I saw her face covered in make up.
She was going to a party,
and damn, she was beautiful.
The last time I saw her,
She was walking down the street.
She was with a man,
and she was finally happy.
I saw it in her eyes,
She needed a man.
I could have been that man,
Instead I ended up staring.
She was sitting in a crowded room.
She was not alone,
but she was lonely.
The second time I saw her,
I saw the glimpse of her eyes.
She was not crying,
but she was miserable.
The third time I saw her,
I saw her face covered in make up.
She was going to a party,
and damn, she was beautiful.
The last time I saw her,
She was walking down the street.
She was with a man,
and she was finally happy.
I saw it in her eyes,
She needed a man.
I could have been that man,
Instead I ended up staring.