oh, what a shame,
words aren't enough,
expressing these feelings is impossible;
I tried being tough,
guess there's a reason why I'm happy with you, err, debatable.
I have never loved someone like this;
right, it's been reused, I know.
my point is, I like you,
but I can't seem to pursue you.
Is that a problem?
Yes, it is.
Does it bother me?
So much, I can't even sleep.
Well, I'm happy just by being with you,
a ray of sunshine I would rather admire than lose;
Am I obsessed?
if I am?
Trust me, I wouldn't waste my time writing poems like these.
But hey, I know my place,
wouldn't try to fit into something I am not.
I'm happy with you.
And maybe for some reasons,
if you ever find someone,
not gonna lie, it'll hurt like hell,
but trust me,
I'll be happy for you.
- Keith // Untitled
