"I am not in love" - he said
Albeit to the lady,
All the attention he paid.
He dreamed of her
He thought of her
Like that star, in the far.
Bitter it may seem
Him,
To her glaze and shine was awestruck dim.
The dreams he saw,
No more could he bore
The attire long dress she wore
She meant to him nothing and more
She meant to him nothing but more.
-the boy who dreams
YOU ARE READING
A Book Of Stars And Dreams
PoetryExploring the world with the dreams and eyes of a gloomy teen boy. Dreams are special, nobody can share yours.
