Reality is somehow a blessing but it feels like pain Even silly old me could be put into shame Amidst everything that is objectively true Loving you to me is the truest of true Lonely are these days that you shut away from the world You are the only who could change my mind to new from old
Love may be a strong word to say Only you really made me feel this way Vowed to my self that i might see it to the end Ever wondering what is your perception of a happy end
Strange how this thing called "Love" work How could it only struck me to you, that the other way didn't work Alas, Having to meet you is a blessing that i have thanked gladly Now, it does pain me to see you grow independently Eager as i was i realized, the only one who was in love is me...
i love doing poems acrostically, it has a sense of restriction and yet a sense of freedom, a blend of mystery hidden in reality