A wrong way
She will love a poet very much
And will only dream about his touch,
But he even won't guess.
There is in her head only mess.
Maybe she will be a poet too.
And the will like to do
The same things. It is
To write about love's piece.
She will be suffering every day,
Although she knows it's a wrong way.
She is very shy to try.
She can do nothing, but why?
She will be able only wait,
But one day it will be too late.
He will go and never come back.
Only then she'll feel his lack.
She will be thinking only about him.
As if she can't swim,
As if between them is the deepest ocean.
And she can do nothing with her emotion.
