IT'S JUST A POEM. JUST A POEM.
From High School I look at you as an ordinary student.
Never felt that you are confident.
By text messages and simple greetings,
Something grew called feelings.
I knew you more by each passing day.
The moments we've shared,
Even Bill Gates can't pay.
We laugh,
We fight,
I sometimes cry
After that something takes place called shy.
Giving each other nicknames
Feeling special even it's a shame.
I don't have to rush
But I've told you that you're my crush
It's okay for you 'cause we're friends
Tragic for me knowing where it ends.
Now that I'm far away from your sight
You're always on my mind at night
I know that we're not meant to be
I'll always miss you,
You'll never miss me.
You have the right to that 'cause you're free
Having no strings attached between you and me.
