Like a story

I see
beautiful
but can't
take

Not mine
and make
the same
mistake

I won't
go even
if I want
much

Will look
not
letting
to touch

One day,
another,
and then,
oh!

I'm waiting
and
waiting
for more

From what
was not
intended
At all

To be
important
or to be
my goal

Day, and
month, now
the life
of mine

Like a
story
I'm writing
at night

I write
a story
to life it
alive

Or I live
a story
I could
only write?