A Story for Someone I Saw Everyday
A story for someone I saw everyday,
That all ended in a month called May.
I loved to stare into something blue,
As if the soul was something new.
Each day I grew more to cry,
As it is so hard to say goodbye.
Some emotions found a way to fester,
As they persistently ran a complicated pester.
Awkward hair and lip protrusion,
We're truly just a love illusion.
A secret to you but a reality to me,
I couldn't help but obsess over thee.
Maturity and logic had escaped my mind,
As the treasure of love is a major.
Although sleuthed but never found,
The imaginary kisses and hugs never ceased to come around.