7
You are the wine that is displayed in a museum
And I am A drunkard, who could only hope to even get a glance of you
You are the star that shines bright in the dark sky
And I am the one who could only dream of you
You are the diamond that’s adorned in crowns
And I am just a beggar who by far admires you
But,
You are a secret melody
And I am just the one who knows you
You are a maze
And only I can travel through you
You are an art
And I am just the person who can paint you
You are mine
and I belong to you

8
The irony of
Crying the whole night about that one person and then not even talking the next time you meet and the fact they’ll never know how much they still mean to you