a/n: i wrote this back in 7th grade... and i don't know where it came from.
i was once only dreaming of you
and all i asked was to have a glimpse of you.
i didn't know what else to do
but all i knew was that i was deeply in love with you.when our hands slightly touched, i felt a sparkle.
when our eyes met, i felt the static.
but when you said you love them, my heart felt more than just a startle.
hopeless and out of pity for me, it shouted
" this is tragic! "looking down the window, i saw you kissing them.
i shed a tear for it tore me apart.
pure darkness was all that it seemed to me
as i went away- away from your light and into the dark.you never noticed me for all i was to you was a mere shadow-
a shadow that you couldn't seem to see, gloomily looming on the window.
it was me who fell for you until my love grew
yet there was naught i could do because you still gave me a no.deep in my heart i felt a guilt.
i should've had told you sooner about how i felt.
remorsefully, i searched for the memories we could've built.
and how our love could've been real.but it was neither a mistake nor a regret to love someone as precious as you.
and it isn't a sin to love someone who can't love you back.
and i wouldn't blame you for not loving me
because it's not how things are supposed to be.a glimpse of you was all i asked.
and i should've taken it as a chance
for me to say how much you mean to me.
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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 , poetry
Poetry𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘, 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬. ━━ To write is to pour one's soul into paper by means of ink. Or in modern cases, by means of a keyboard. Nonetheless, it is through writi...