I can see the way you smile,
sitting with her, from a mile.
I guess you found the one meant for you,
maybe if I just told you my feelings too,
I would've been the one in your writings,
with words of such love and feelings.I love seeing you happy,
but, god, I wish I could be the reason of it.
I'm trying my best to move on,
but everyday I see you and am just smittened on.
I guess you'll never know how much I love you,
'cause make you push me further away,
is the last thing I'd want to do.
But every now and then a moment I spend,
imagine being in your thoughts every second.
Oh, how I wish to be loved by you,
but god didn't write perfect things for me,
like you.
YOU ARE READING
If Words Could Portray
PoetryJust a collection of poems I write when it gets too hard to bear.