What is this – I wish to possess?
Why the sadness? – Why love for distress?
The tragic art – romanticized bless
Makes me love – the blooming mess
I look at those – who acquire the blue
I wretch to be – one of them, too
But I am not sad – nor trace a clue
Then why do I – still wish to be you?
YOU ARE READING
We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
