As you walked past me unseeing... <br />As you walked on past never noticing or even seeing my being. <br /> <br />Days were shot and passed... <br />No love here or even been unsurped my feelings of days of last. <br /> <br />My ghostly apperational as well as unseen... <br />I might as well have been deemed obscene. <br /> <br />I was a ghost of love unheard... <br />Like as a bird way up high that bird-. <br /> <br />Not even last or second... <br />Not even second or third. <br /> <br />I was nothing but a phantomed zone... <br />Doomed to spend my last days unloved alone. <br /> <br />This heart hath known no speeded beat... <br />No love for thee so indescreet. <br /> <br />Days of wonder for love not sighed... <br />No love of thee as one denied.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-might-as-well-have-been-deemed-obscene-as-unseen/
