Why am I even reaching for you when reality had already slapped me?
Why does this heart still beats for thee?
When will I be free?
Why do I still await for your
acknowledgement within my plea?
Will I always be just a part of the crowd cheering for you?
Will I end up losing all my fuels like a star in order to shine for you when everything's blue?
Did you really never had a clue?
Did you really not know how I think of you whenever the green leaves glisten in the early morning dew?
YOU ARE READING
Love From Afar
PoetryHe was the moon And I was just a star He was shining bright like a piece of art And I was only admiring him from afar
