I can't help watching you smile,
thinking that you'll never be mine.
Too different, too perfect, too...
you.
I hope someday you'll talk to me
just like I'm your equal,
non like you do now.
...
Your family is blessed to have someone like you
Blessed but cursed,
because your bewitching beauty is just
too much to handle.
YOU ARE READING
You made me.
Poetrydedicated to all the people who have made my life the way it is. This story will be forever ongoing.