First Glance.

I wish I could describe you,
Those words are too overwhelming.
But I'm as subtle as hurricane,
again you're whisked away by the wind.

No longer is there friendship, only
Ulterior motives.
But that is not the motif,
You can pick which one you'd like.

You're something out of a storybook,
No really. You are.
I'd like to be part of that star-studded script,
Speaking role or non.

You're something that's grown apart,
of,
me,
Now dreams are a daily routine.
So easy to remember,
So hard to forget,
If only I could.
Let it.