I, I confess why... why am I in love with you?
As I had known; never hast you teach me
but, my heart did.
I, I don't know why it has to be you
in a 7.9 billion people in this world
whilst, you were just like a fictional character
whom I've read in the books.
It's different but, I could say It's a like
You're real but, I can't touch you
and can't do any personal contacts.
Because a line seems to halt us and separate us
For us to unable to reach each other
A parallel line, whom meet but doesn't crossed.
And yet... until now I still don't know; why?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Pain Of Loving You
PoesíaA series of poems that describes the pain of loving nor liking someone. I dedicated this poem 'To The Boy I Admire From Afar' and also to my friends, family and to the people around the world. [ Completed] The original author of this poem is @Alexa...
