A broken heart can heal with time...a broken dream may be left to die.

 Before...

  Before the cruelty of others

Before we met I am sure

I passed you by in the street and if I recall

Out eys met just briefly, as you shuffled awkwardly.

 You looked at me in such a way, like pleading me not to walk on by

But at the time I could not see past your tattered jeans and scarred skin

I barely saw that look in your eye

 As I grow into this person, I wish not to be

I find myself feeling lonesome somewhat, though people I love surround me

Each now and then I remember our glance

And when I do it kills me and almost breaks my heart.

   For if you were to look at me that way now

I could not turn and walk away

For I have suffered the cruelty of others and the pain which true love brings.

  So before the cruelty of others before we ment I am sure

I loved you.

   Loved you then under city lights and grey skies

Love you now through the dark as I write

And love you always.

                                                 .BEXX.06.