You are so peculiar...

You are so peculiar.
Sometimes I feel like I know you,
sometimes I don't.
The minute I thought I can grasp you,
that instant you are gone.

The only one who can make me feel so unsure
even about myself or how I feel is you;
you, who is so peculiar.

Or is it me who is peculiar,
when I still want to understand you
no matter how peculiar you are?

Posted by Posted by puteri jiwa , on at 16:58 • Labels: bliss, poem, poet, puteri_jiwa