It wants of drink
But it cannot quench it's thirst,
It wants of food
But no buffet can appease,
This heart's appetite
It's want for love cannot;
Be satiated by any external thing,
But love itself and it lies
Nonreciprocating
Bouncing back and forth
Against cold glass
In a mirrored room
Without a window to look out,
At the world so bright
Filled with this feeling
It's missing,
Holding out for that one
She of daydreams
Of fake memories,
Whom this heart pleaded
For on bent knee;
To many a shooting star...
© okpoet