the taste of disappointments
i never thought i'll have.

how
could something end
even if
it doesn't have the chance to start?

I am a poet's poem
but was never a choice to be taken.

And the doors were shut,
Leaving me in dunggeons
of love's secrets, pain, and such.

I've been through raindrops and rainbows
Happiness and sorrows
Keeping you and letting you go
Yet, what remains is that I love you.

I wished upon a shooting star
Yet, I never thought we'd come this far
Letting the past go,
Allowing the present to flow.

After those heartaches that has been done,
I never asked and rushed a sense of love to come.

After those painful stories and poems I wrote,
I never imagined how could this happiness be my thought.

After those series of "I" that I had.
You've came that I hope for it to last so bad.