sense… sensibility?
i want to write splendid poetry inspired by you
but then, i don’t want to be a fool;
because i can’t write. besides, you’re not that good.
nothing’s remarkable with your hair
more so, nothing, with your face
your eyes are too big (forgive me)..
and your nose is too pert..
i do like your voice, though;
and the way you always talk to me.
your childish reactions and your fascination with life;
your faith, your devotion, your love.
perhaps we’re meant to be.. how can i be sure?
perhaps you feel this way for me too (?)
but i’ll stop wondering now
for there are more important things..
but i still hope that someday we’ll meet again
then.. somehow.. you still hasn’t changed.
then.. maybe.. i can say all this to your face.
i am a fool.. yes! but not in a bad way;
maybe a fool of myself, a fool for you..
but sensibilities come and go,
i hope that mine, you won’t take completely away.. with you.
inspired by someone