Forbidden Pimpernel

Was blissfully lost in her hazel eyes Strands of black hair fell softly on her shoulders; I spotted her creating invisible patterns with one hand On the hem of the mini wine dress that went just upto her thighs, Didn't my heart just skip a beat? She, whose eyes would always crinkle as she smiled Now stood there looking intoxicating with a scarlet Pimpernel in her hair, Her other hand interlocked with his.

Hurt, I forced myself to look away For I had stood staring at her yet again; She, who simply resided as old pictures and sad memories She, who had moved on too easily She, who no longer needed me. I left hastily from that claustrophobic room unable to take it anymore; That intoxicating girl in her favourite dress that I had once gifted her, Whom I knew can never be his But who was never meant to be mine.