Yours Truly

Note: This here is a work of fiction.

I wanted to somewhat challenge myself in writing something I don’t normally write about, however I think I managed to retain the normal pessimistic values :p



Now that I know you…now that I know you,
I begin to see,
To comprehend beyond, what the eyes can see,
Your accomplishments innumerable, printed and framed,
So proud and bold, colored and distinguished,
I look upon in awe and disbelief.

It feels quite lowly being with you,
Turns me into a reflector being,
On the contrary so perfectly,
Both mind and soul almost godly,
Your presence makes pearls hide in its shell,
In your presence no man is worthy of present.

So accomplished and profound,
Remarkably tantamount,
With the gracefulness of your gown,
Should I have known,
I ought to be gone.

Looking at you invites fantasies,
Though suddenly with inconsistencies,
Why the change of mind?
He is with uncertainties.

You talk to me equally,
Still I knew, I failed to see,
Your kindness is default,
To eliminate you do not,
He construed your intent incorrectly.

Oh how I notice your qualities,
So divine and complete,
Yet...I forgot to see,
My place in line,
For you’re in heaven and I not within

If only you spoke your mind,
I would’ve seen my guideline,
For I am lost, though rarely lost,
Shifting aimlessly,
Headed a dead end.


I look up at you,
Head pointed upwards;
Admires you like none other,
Not for another,
Wishing you the whole asunder.

I see your likes so far away,
But here, I am jumping in empty air,
Hoping to see a fruit will bear.

I talk about equality but come close not to your qualities,
My cry not worthy,
My fight gone wary,
He wonders, why talk to me,
When you only see through me,
Like an arrow going pass me.

Nay this isn’t embitterment,
Neither a cry of dissatisfaction,
But a revelation,
An abrupt vision,
To a mindless descent

I fell in love with your intelligence,
Nay, not your appearance,
But the self within,
Out of the ordinary,
Hardheaded woman,
Precisely stringent.

He has seen the difference between a princess and a peasant,
I look up at her with glistening eyes,
She looks at him,
A shadow in the night.