I like you,
but i guess we cant be together.
It wont be easy,
we're different;
maybe i'm indifferent.
You're beautiful,
gorgeous;
maybe even everlasting.
but i believe we were never meant to be;
you and me;
wont start as eternity.
I'm phobic of your beauty.
I'm fearing your soul.
I'm touching every thorn;
to every harm that might be born.
I see none of us together;
i see you without me.
I see me with you,
and i see roaches never meant to be.
And as i compose this poem to you;
i depict predicates that never see true.
I label phrases that endangered;
i believe love was never meant to be tested.
This i say to you i confess;
love thus never be a mess.
Kenken;
IK.
2:48 PM