Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//

" His name "

He was the sky
Where I let my eyes wonder
For I saw him as an open book of mysterious encounters

Our briefness concluded in grieving goodbyes
He went his way
And I could only sigh

We never shared a proper conversation
Me being often in my thoughts
About his everything
As I tried to sleep at the break of dawn
After a night of ruffling through the sheets
On the rear of my tired eyelids
It was still him
Confessions were still a far fetched fantasy
And those words being spoken wasn't meant to be

I do still crave him the same
Some regrets followed another
And he is the most valued one of them

Even so I can't tell him
Broken, shattered and blue
Yet I would never

I was his to claim
In truth a forgotten stranger
A junior he wouldn't remember
A crush he never considered

Alas! I am to tell
The tale of his spell
And how the heart only follows his name
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