the sacred heart that only beats for you,
yearns for your undying love,
because she knows you for who you are,
and will support you for what you do.
will it get reciprocated?
if not, will the pain of heart be mended?
will the counterpart of her body— the brain, forget?
will my eyes not look for you in crowded places?
it's been years,
more than a thousand days,
of admiring you from afar,
as our hearts will never meet halfway,
your eyes will never look my way.
i feel blue.
those confirmations that romance between us will never be true,
how dreadful is it to long for a man that will never be mine,
and liking you now has became suddenly a crime.
YOU ARE READING
letters and all that
Puisimy thoughts... and all the emotions that exists within me.
