and for what?if u ask me.

We compose gazillions love poems that she will never read.
We sing her songs that she can never hear.
We write heavenly thoughtful sentences that she will never remember.
We speak the dreams we had that she never aware of.
We paint her majestic portraits that she can never witness.

We stop breathing for her.
We stop living for her.
We stop imagining for her.
We stop at everything for her.

and all those things.
We know are nothing.
the stupidity that traps us from all corners.
and the foolishness of being in love.

No, there's nothing wrong with it.
No, if it is worth it.
No, if we know.
that though the chances are as thin as the grand line.
the feeling is pure.
and there's nothing wrong to be vulnerable.
and there's nothing wrong to admit.


the feeling is pure.
the feeling is pure.