Hii! I also wrote a poem for u in return as a gift? I thought I'd reciprocate the gesture :))) if u would consent, i could create a new book on my poems and post it there. Its called the unconfession (lol its not the best, but i tried ;-;). So here it goes:
Without ever knowing him, was it limerence at first sight,
Or just a fleeting feeling, like a deer caught in the dead of night?
A loner who never had, with smudged letterings of my meant to bes,
Clinging to every glimmer of hope, trying again only to feel.
For a deprived loner, the thrill of pursuit felt rare,
Like a starved offered something, too startled to dare.
Barren lands of my heart, crisp leaves swaying in the winds of hope,
Like a pendulum, the feelings swinging back and forth.
Would you blame me, for chasing any flickers of light,
Like a moth to a flame, in their darkest, unaccompanied nights?
Like dominoes cascading in a line, the feelings unstoppable,
The slightest touch of the pen, and the ink bleeds on an already written novel.
Was time only meant to flick the moments away?
Or was this just a bled poem, a lovestruck novel, or a keepsake?
You rewrote the first chapter of my once-closed, buried, dusted book,
How can I help myself from slipping, baited to your poetical hook?
After running out of my own pages to write,
Will you really blame me if my ink spills on your byline?
But, it was a forbidden love, I can only touch but never hold,
To keep it forever engraved, I knew I had to let go.
The kind of engraving that looks like a beautiful carve,
But when the blood seeps out, you know it was just an unhealed scar.
How's one to know? When the knot of your love's already tied,
Handcuffed to your one and only, I can't bring myself to even try.
