He said he can understand my love for books,
But everytime I read, he will give me stunning looks.
He said he can understand my love for writing,
But everytime I write, he will tell me, "Stop the drama, darling."
He said he can understand my love for painting,
But everytime I paint, he will say,
"Is that an art, or are you joking?"
He said he can understand how I love to star gaze.
And everytime I look into the sky, I remember his perfect face.
Dear stars, if the man I chose to love is not destined for me, give me a sign.
And split second, a shooting star appeared, and I decided our stars are not aligned.
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Waves
PoetryEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
