Can't you see?
How much I love you,
cry for you and miss you.
What is it; that you love,
About her?
Is it her eyes, her smile or her charm?
That you die for.
What is it; that I can't possess
But she's got
To drive you crazy,
insane enough to neglect my presence.
Can't you see?
It's all a sham.
No true love, no feelings attached. The more I try, to come close to you,
The more you run, for her.
What is it; that you crave,
About her?
Is it her words, her walk or her talk?
That you die for.
What is it; that I'm devoid of
But she owns
To pull you towards her,
Draining all my love that's been kept so so long,
Just for you to value once.
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
