I cried silently
as my feelings began to swell,
the thought of you always dwellI cried because
I just can't stop to think how—
how dare I—
ever hope that you'd feel the same
I kept thinking about how amazing you are
compared to myself;
i'm just a dust in your galaxy.
YOU ARE READING
the art of liking him
Poetryfeeling is not always vice versa, and that's ok. ( HIGHEST ; #42 in poem )