As I wait for the sun to kiss the moon
I wait for my wish to come true.
For you to love me like a painter loves his paintings
For you to stare at me like how people stare at a museum.
But in one fine day
You abandoned the canvas and chose to star a new one
You long for other pieces while I thought was you number one
Oh how life is in gloom
When you chose a daisy instead of a rose in this garden full of my love for you in bloom
YOU ARE READING
Him.
Poetry"You were like a book I'd pick in a library But the question is, Will you reveal every word in every pages that I read?" -Aegyo
