A subject so divine,
Yet never quite understood.
Wanting her to be mine,
While knowing she never would...

Standing upon a broken bridge,
Trying to feel the stagnant wind...
Fighting with a feeble courage,
While knowing I could never win.

Does she even notice me?
A dark star in disguise...
Is this something never to be?
While dreaming with open eyes...

Then, is love just a feeling of haste?
An addiction one can never taste...
Ah, is it just a fairy tale...
Meant to be on dry paper?
Indeed too, I could be that detail.
Merely to be the words she whisper.