The Last Poem

I don't know what else,
I can write to express,
What I feel for you,
I'm aware that I'm not,
What you're looking for,
I'm not even what I want,
I don't know why I'm,
Drowned in the sea of sore,
I always try to do better,
But everyone ask for more,
I am not happy nor sad,
The only thing is,
I have no one to tell,
Whether I am doing good or bad,
I don't write stories to convey myself;
All I want to know is whether you are.
There to see me or not,
Everyday I want to talk to you,
But everyday only just I,
Don't want to talk to you,
I don't know whether you,
Read those before or not,
But it is the last poem,
Of a love poet,
Maybe with rise of sun,
You won't meet him..