from the day that i acquired knowledge,
that was the very start
a hopeful intent turned into a stone cold heart
from the day on i never accepted it was right
to believe in that thing called "love at first sight"
until the moment i met her...
the sight of beauty in its purest form
(an angel purposely descended from heaven)
a dark persona shattered as it saw the light
coming from the holy figure who cared to make things right
but alas! i've failed for her love i didn't get
i left my emotions and priorities unset
though despite the loss i never rest
for the sake and mine i have to do my best
day after day i do my work
and night after night i think of her
to the point where i hope she'll come back to me soon
i believe in her encouragement to make me go on
my friends always say i'm a hopeless case
and my love unreturned is such a waste
"she already told you she's just a friend"
"but this broken heart i just cannot mend"
this poem is just another something to add to my collection
inconcievable, uncontested expression of devotion
a proof of deep, strong and very long confession
of a boy with a certain pent-up passion
my angel, if you're listening, i just want you to know
that i have no intention of letting you go
but before i retire i want to ask a simple question
how thin is the line between love and obsession?