Bilined Poem by Brooke Schmidt

it's there.
right in front of you.
there to make fun of you.
to watch u dry.
to feed on your pain.
you let it stay but don't know it's there.
you will never know because u were never looking.
it could walk right into you.
but you would never know.
your to busy.
but on what.
foecasing on yourself.
never to know what you could of had.
it's all gone. but you'll never notice.
because u never saw what you could of had.