What if
you just only love
the stars
in my sky
but you don't love
the sky itself?
You just love
the milky way
in my universe
but not the universe
itself?
You just love
the depths
in my ocean
but not
the ocean itself?
In the end,
you just love
my infinite words
but not me
myself
How sad
to think of it
—
It's not me the one you love
YOU ARE READING
Words Of Melancholia
PoetryQuarter of sadness expressed in words. Read until you bleed.
