The Unrequited

My beauty is beyond what mere words could describe.

My Bloom spread far more prestigious to be classified...so call me Human.

Not a Man or a woman but one that shines so bright that the rainbows hides away in shamed . Lol.

Cool right? But Its not at as it glitters.

I watch him or her walk down the corridor,

Swaying my heart along with the rhythm of his/her steps.

Looking around, I find myself most qualified for the test,

and so, I took up the challenge.

I walked down to you and hit a conversation with you.

I hoped that our conversation would lead to a sensational Commendation.

O! how wrong was i to think so vain?

Because, even the way you look at me,

it makes me look around, to see 

if indeed I am the only one in and around our world.

But I know better, that I am not.

you never gave a "no" and you never said "yes".

You only left me hanging like a dry leave falling from a plantain tree,

Helplessly waiting for the farmer, to pull it out since it has refused to fall off on its own.

Therefore, If i ever thought so glorious me, with an ethereal beauty,

Still, You brought me back to my reality.

That I, am just a fickle human.

One  whose feelings runs as blood not as oil.

One, Only who's feelings can be treated  without auspiciousness.

And though I still walk around with my head held high

But hidden deep within my ethereal heart of nature, is that knowledge of being unimportant.

...that I am not that glorious but a mere human, glowing love that cannot be requited or fanned.