I'm not a ship for your light house anymore,

for your gaze is no longer upon me.

The last time our eyes met, was the last time

I saw you before everything changed..

And in the process,

I could no longer admire you in class..

My journey with you was very confusing,

for it was like, one moment I knew your thoughts 

but then the next, I was surprised for you did the opposite.

Its been one year and still I remember the first time

my eyes began to admire yours...

You've moved on and I haven't, so it's my turn.

It's my turn to be admired by someone else,

only this time,

I know that instead of being so confusing like a 

puzzle that you don't know where anything goes.

This time. I will make them feel their worth,

weather it's with me or it's with another.. 

To the one I call,

"The Boy Who Flew"..