I Was Fed

Is envy even close, to what my heart was fed?

I was waiting

All through the torment

Of the sun shining overhead

With the red that I wore 

To impress you

Every minute passing by

I looked at my watch

Sun glooming up head

My sweat drops laughing at me 

While crying for themselves

People came

People go

They gave me stares like

I am unwanted

Of course

Lonely I was in the middle of a busy road

And I was wearing red

I saw you that day

You looked at me

Like you looked at nothing

A dead heart is better than 

What mine was instead

Then,

You held her hand 

And left

Is envy even close

To what my heart was fed?