I feel sorry sometimes
Everytime I write poems about people that will never love me back
But never for the person that somewhat did
Maybe its a matter of my priorities
Maybe I follow the worthless one
Because Im that person that keeps a steady hand on shaking objects
Rules are something I dont abide
But to reason out my side
Why write a poem
For someone I can't produce feelings for?
Its like planting water lilies on a dessert
And I can wait forever to have something to harvest and show
But somethings just doesnt yield anything and is just better to throw
And I would rather plant sunflowers
That follow the sun
And it may as well yield nothing but aesthetics
And thats the problem for me
I could have planted lilies on a lake and it would have grown beautiful
But sadly there is no water on my barren heart.
And I will always be planting hopeless sunflowers
That only gazes over one sun
