Waiting to be Seen

Hey Mr. Blue Eyes
what do you see
from up on your pedestal
looking down upon me
Do you really see the woman
the one who placed you there
Or am I now non existent
because you no longer care
I’m so far beneath you
yet I long to be seen
To be a part of your world
and share once more in your dreams
But your blue eyes look through me
like I’m not even there
That is the thing my heart just can not bear
So while I look up at you
forever at your beck and call
When you look down upon me
you see nothing at all

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