The Incomplete Poetess

Danie:

Feelings are like the shooting stars,

You wish you catch

But can never be yours.

Me:

"And just like the shooting stars,

It's eye catchy from distant

But once you get near,

It burns you to ashes"

Danie:

"What is love to you?"

Me:

"It set me on fire and burned me"

Danie:

"But it do healed your cold heart.

Even the fire that burned you was part of the plan, it melted your cold heart"

Me:

"People say Love is pain,

Isn't it supposed to be beautiful?"

Danie:

"It is beautiful with the right one"