You look so kind and gentle in the night sky,
Still you won't be photographed as beautiful, tell me why?
Such beauty should be held forever,
Still you refuse to be on paper.
You have many admires still you only love one,
The one you can't have and it makes you feel numb.
When everybody sees your gold rush why won't he?
Maybe he's already addicted but to scared to leave.
You can only see each other once a day,
Not even then you can touch for a,
Second time, still he waits for you,
Every single day to let you know he feels the same way too.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
