Collections of Poetry

Love is Blind

My love for him knew no bounds,
you could tell by its colors and sounds.

It was beautiful, and wrong.
But despite that, it was quite strong.

Why was it wrong you ask?
I can't tell you properly with this mask.

But, the more I saw her with him,
the more I saw my chances were slim.

If only I could sooner see
that he loved her, not me.

He's every star in the sky,
and because of that, I always cry.

Don't expect a star to love you back,
chances are what you lack.

Love is blind and cannot see.
That is why he'd never see me.