I have found
That being alone
with the fresh summer sunlight
streaming through the window
brings a sort of odd solace
How I thrive on
unrequited love
like the day old water in the kettle
I kept it to myself
all these while
because i simply
couldn't
tell you
You'll shun
As if I were a disease
But yes,
I am mad
Madly in love with you.
I am attempting to start on a project of at least 50 poems.