Late in the Night.

I don't know if you still think of me and I don't know if you care,
and all this uncertainty is a little hard to bear.

I often remember your dark piercing eyes, your pretty face and your smile
Visuals left unseen, words left unspoken.. Oh! It's been a while.

Although the tears seem to have stopped, the thoughts they have not,
I doubt you feel the same, but I still do miss you a lot.

My head goes one way and the heart some other,
But somehow they agree to disagree when it comes to loving another.

I would kill for a glimpse, a peek or even a mere glance!
My mind repeatedly wonders.. Do I still have a chance?

There's no way to know dear and unable to see the light...
I'm sitting here, sad and lonely writing poems about you late in the night.