Jessel Jane Tevar (December 6,1988 / Philippines)
I love him that never loved me
till love turned to drifting wind in my dream.
I weep for him that never wept for me
till tears became cold snows in my dream.
I write a million words for him that lie -
till words were just a wasted dream...
written only to die.
I loved and failed... wept and fainted;
wrote and wasted; but I'll never die
for him that never lived for me.
Comments about this poem (*For Him by Jessel Jane Tevar )
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