You are my blue sky.
I am the ground that waits for you to fall.

You used to tell me how you loved color blue
Well that is how we ended.
In a bluest feeling that my heart can never endure

I may not rhyme in this poem.
Because we never did.
Our feelings never rhymed.
To the tune of love
That we are trying to finish.

We are like this parallel lines.
Destined to be close
But never meant to cross.

Sometimes I envy xline in autocad
Cause xline may start with x
But at the very least it has no end.

I wish we are like xlines.
We may start as x
But atleast we have forever
At its best.