The fault in our stars
I am sorry; I am not ready to write a poem in your name,
I am not ready to face that pain,
So, I seal this feelings in the core of my pen.
But, worry not my darling,
Your love will always be that closed book resting
eternally on the shelf of my heart,
I will dust the pages everyday,
Yet I will never dare read out loud,
a single Letter that tells of how I feel for you.
I would rather let the birds sing of how they watched me dream of you,
I would rather let the moon tell the stories of how my heart
wrote poems for you,
I would rather let the the sun bring to light the world you built in my heart.
Yet centuries would pass and you might still not realize,
that the moon radiates the feelings of my heart, for you.
It's not your fault, you just never understood the language of the universe.
So today I decimate this love and bury a piece each beneath a star,
Hoping that someday you get to find them all and finally see,
that you have always been the key to my heart,
Even though I never dared to utter I, Love and You in the same line,
Even though I never dared to look you in the eyes and call you mine,
And that my darling; is the only fault in our Stars..
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