I must be mistaken.
But was that you?
Is this just a coincidence?
Maybe, it's not you.
But why do I feel this way
whenever I'm looking at you?
She's so lucky to have you,
and it hurts, you know?
Why did I think you were the one?
If only you knew what I had dreamt.
Why am I hoping for the plot twist?
If only you knew how I feel.
You're absolutely flawless,
your intelligence glistens.
A portrait of perfection,
you're undeniably handsome.
You're slowly ruining my mind,
thinking about you not being mine.
Can you tell me what you felt
whenever our eyes met?
Can you tell me what's on your mind
whenever I catch you looking at me?
How I wish I can say it to you
'cause I can't say anything
when you speak.
How I wish I were her.
How I wish to forget this encounter.
How I wish to get away from this pain.
You will never know,
I was loving you silently.
YOU ARE READING
ANTHOLIMPSE
PoesiaAntholimpse is a glimpses of prose and poetry that were written within this hour.
