moments pass, as days often do
dreaming incognito, just about you.
the guise of a friend, concealed from the world
i can only pen, to that special girl.

if someday i meet you, though long it may be
please always remember the ire in me.
love-lorn and hopeless, denied and confused
dangerously poetic, my ego you've bruised.

an original piece untitled...

dedication uncertain...

motivation clear.

writer? me of course. Duh!