No, mum. I don't like anyone.
How can I like anyone, when she is all I think about?
How can I like anyone, when I love her?
Maybe a little bit too much.
Should I tell her, mum?
Should I?
YOU ARE READING
Letters for her
PoetryThis is just my diary. A diary of a meaningless person with a meaningless life... Except for her, the girl I want to love so bad, yet I can't. Because she is art and art isn't meant to be loved. It's meant to be adored... Because, what really is art...
