Painful Poem by ezzabell fanning

walking down a lonely street,
i saw a figure, my one true angel,
his being not touched by my eyes,
walking slowly towards him,
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX,
and i stand before him,
looking right through me like i dont exist,
walking past me, not even a glance,
wanting to turn,
wanting to hold him till i cry,
but i was frozen,
paralysed,
walking away, my heart a burden
screaming and crying in agony,
I never thought he could make my heart be filled with this pain.