He loves to sing,
but he can't
utter the words,
he wanted her to hear.
He loves to dance,
but he can't
express his actions
to impress her.
He loves to draw,
but like his drawings,
he'll never be
perfect to her eyes.
He loves to play guitar,
but the melody he creates doesn't fit her style.
He loves her purely,
but she refused
to give it back,
bitterly.
YOU ARE READING
Words in my Head
Poetry+ Collections of my Random Poetries & Prose + Let me share with you the words using poetry that my mouth is afraid to say~ (08-11-2019)
