The corner of a mascara lidded eye
Catches the lovers in deep embrace
So unaware of hustle of the world around
In times when to find love is but a gamble
She twists her hair on her finger
With thoughts unraveling, doubts probing
Every breath a sigh
Was he really the one?
Come evening she would break up
And continue her search
For the world was sure to hold
A man made just for her
She never took a closer look
The lovers at the park
A neighbor with a drinking problem
And her gay best friend.
What appears so true from far
Many times is far from true...