To You, the one who gave me a purpose
to write a poem to you, who is a pompous
To You, who cannot be described by such words;
a bird that fly upwards
That surely must be you,
you, i cannot reach, my words may mean no value
To You, i must be dead. Within your eyes
a person i idolize.
Surely, one day I will reach your heart with my words.
But my words come short and fall downwards.
But, I still am a wishful thinker, as the love is only 1 sided
And I still yet founded.....
In my eyes, you mean the world.
Yet, the clumsy me, my words whirled
And I still cannot reach. The you whose far
Yet, I still try, And you, still afar..
So I'll answer my own question,
with a mention.
To you, I'm dead. I founded the lie I have lived.
To believe we would be. But, relieved
To find an answer, My love for you will never reach,
so I'll stop this couplet. And say. Our love will always be unrequited. As it's only one sided. The elegy to you. Isn't to you. but to me instead.
