I admire you being talented
Passionate guitarist underrated
Master in arts and music field
And a person who loves to read
You don't need to prove anything
Your presence gives me chill and freeing
Nobody does this thing
To me, rarely happening
I wonder how you think of me
Psychologist act possessively
But you're a mixture of funny
A humor that captivates me
Our time holds meaning and worth
Until it stops and I thought
Its all done but not
Too well I think of you a lot
I hate black and white
After knowing what you like
It's a color full of lies
The way you see it through your eyes
A soulmate would be great
But it's not us, we can't relate
This would be our final fate
In between parallel never straight
-shen
YOU ARE READING
The End of Us
PoetryI write these for someone He's special to me and a love one That's all we are, and were done Feelings slowly fades and gone These poetries are left unsaid And I just write it instead ...
