Mar 2020
As much as I wanted to go near you, I could not.
Even if I exhaust all that I’ve got.
I was the sea, you were the sky.
Waiting for you is tiring, I wouldn’t lie.
Our interaction would've been lit
But we are destined not to meet.
Even if I exhaust all that I’ve got.
I was the sea, you were the sky.
Waiting for you is tiring, I wouldn’t lie.
Our interaction would've been lit
But we are destined not to meet.
A short poem I wrote back in 2016 (11-28) when I was in 11th grade. I can't honestly seem to remember where I got these thoughts from lol
