Sleeping Fancies Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta

I find you attractive but I refuse to digest
The fact that you have others, I really don’t want to meek
‘Cause I don’t have any best
That’s why I avoided you all week
I want to fly high like the dust I kicked

Everytime I avoided you, I keep on falling
I hate this sensation, hurt will be my partner-in-crime
I don’t know the real meaning
Of this unwanted feeling of mine
I was stuck on your aura like a vine

I know, there will be no chance to this arduous notion
I know my limitation and prioritize in line
Disregard this ambition
Depletion will be my firm decline
Maybe when we’re in part, I will be fine

But what was happen? There is something I want to find
Feel empty and feel missing you, which I did not expect
Oh please, what will be my guard?
I want to hang your name on my neck
I do not understand this homing leak

Looking at your picture, I remember my chances
The time that we could be closer that I thought we could be
And that will be my fancies
I will just continue with fake glee
And hoping a day will come, you and me…