perplexed is me,
for i have only ever
understood love
in the shape of you.
so tell me,
what will truly happen
the day i'm asked
to love another,
and it is not you?
CZYTASZ
my version
Poezjai'm not really a poet. i don't think i have what it takes to be one. but sometimes when i overthink, words slip into a rhythm i didn't plan. lines start rhyming somewhere in between and before i know it, i've written something that looks like a poem...
