Two, five, ten, twenty feet apart
For every step I took towards you
I took another backwards
Tiptoeing as I go
Watching the girl I love in the streets
Yes
I am your secret admirer
And it seems that my love for you
Would also remain a secret
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
