Why do I get jealous?
You're not even mine.
Why do I always expecting something from you?
I'm not even your priority.
Why can't you notice me?
Because you're looking at her.
Why do I look for something,
that doesn't exist?
Why do I keep on wishing under the stars?
Wishing that someday you'll be mine.
Can you please do me a favor?
Please give me some nonexistent love.
YOU ARE READING
Untold Warmth
ŞiirFor someone I never met. Not poetic, just random// Previous title: Unsaid Words for Him
