My Sacrifice. -Discussion Forum.-

A man, in all simplicity, sitting at the corner coffee shop,
he looks out the frosted window in the commotion of the busy morning,
twiddling his thumbs as faces come and go,
his cheeks a rosy red and his eyes a teary mess,
i see his pain, and i feel his mistakes.
And i often wonder if a broken heart can still beat,
for i can feel his heartbeat within my soul.
He stops and looks up at the counter,
a lady, dressed in black stops in for a bite to eat.
Beautiful blond hair, sky blue eyes, and perfect smile.
She looks over at him, a moments glimpse;
then tosses her coins lightly on the counter.
He watches her leave, and knows in his heart he lost her.
Every day he sits there, waiting for her to return,
and then he comes home to me, a disappointment,
and i will not say anything, i will swallow my words.
cause the first time i saw him smile,
was when she smiled at him that day in the corner cafe,
and i let him know I'm happy with him,
day after day and night after night,
i would sacrifice a slashed heart for his happiness,
because i would do anything, to keep that smile on his perfect face.

© Jenna Elphick
August 21, 2006