Alas, that is how it is for him, 

Rather so simple when he pass by, 

Oh, every aspect is perfect, indeed. 

Never will I meet another like you, would I?

Loving is an overstatement, 

Understood only by few, 

Doesn't I deserve to be one of those few? 

Would rather be able to understand my feelings for you, 

It is confusing and full of loops, 

Gathering nothing but a shy 'hi' when I see you pass by.

And would you know if I dare say? 

Running all this mess, 

Repeating all these things, 

Accepting it is not something you'd do, 

Not before and definitely not now. 

Zooming in my own fantasy that one day you'll be able to love me too.

Victory is not something I'll be able to obtain, 

It is a far sight dream, 

Rather let me tell you something about paragraphs 1, 2, 3, and 4. 

Acrsotic poems, they are, did you notice? 

Yanking up nothing but the full name of the person I'd like to tell these words to.

a poem I sent annonymously to our friend DC group, and now they're in havoc wondering who the hell has a massive crush on our friend T-T