What she does

Makes me fuss

You only tell me that I’m a cuss

You see her image perfectly,

But as for me you never see.

You never even talk to me,

That’s why I rant through poetry

Will you ever see me shine?

Will you ever see me fine?

Or will I ever stop to whine?

Will I always depend on wine?

I’ve showed you this true side of mine,

You always seem to draw a line.

I only hope you to see through me,

I only want you and me

Why for you i don’t exist?

Even just like a mist.

Why am i not in your list?

In your world will I ever fit?

Hey, perfect melody,

I want to say you’re so lucky.

Even though you can’t be seen,

Your sound is where do people lean.

Can I even be heard through sound?

If my presence can not be found.

Even with the smell of me,

Can I be distinguished just like a tea?