Never (an excerpt from a poem written by Mercydel)
Never will I get to caress that flawless face. Because it was never for me. Never. Never will I get to see that radiant smile up close. It will always be afar, like a star. Because it was never for me. Never.
So now tell me.
Is it too much to dream
that will never be real?
About someone that I truly loved more than anything
but will never know me for real?
Please don’t say it is.
There is never too much.
Leave me here.
Let me be.
To dream about my love
that I knew existed, although in reality, he will never know I exist. He will never be with me. He will never know me. Never.