Broken

The feelings you feel when you see that person you loved with another person.

Broken
I'm looking at you through the glass
didn't even know our time has passed
I can't help to stare
what was once there
I know your every smile
that makes me stand a while,
I know the softness of your hair
that night I brushed it when you kissed me on the chair
I see the warmth in your eyes
if she only knew that is your disguise

your hand in hers
the hollowness returned there where I stand
outside the diner,
the problem should have been minor

I was once looking at your face
suddenly I hate this place,
my hand it trembles with fear
and I know you are so near
I didn't deserved to be judged with your words of hate
it's just not my fate,
but it is already too late...