If you could only know,
the feelings deep inside.
How I wish it wasn't hidden,
these emotions that I hide.
My pulse begins to quicken,
when ever you are near.
The melody of your voice,
is all I care to hear.
But you will never read this,
and this I'll never tell.
How wonderful, if we could walk,
under the stars above.
No longer would I be so shy,
and I could tell you of my love.
But that is just a hopeful dream,
I'd never be so bold.
You will never know the truth,
your hand I'll never hold.
'cause you will never read this,
and this I'll never tell.
J.A.Scott
Wrong-O...I read it!
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Cindy, I love your support! However, I'm fairly certain the person this was written to, will never read it. Of course I'll never tell her either.
DeleteOnce again, thanks for reading.
Awwww, tell the person! Tell!!! :P
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. There are various reasons I won't say anything, least of all knowing she's interested in someone else. Poetry is just my way of dealing with things therapeutically.
DeleteThis just makes me sad. Remember Bro. ONE DAY
ReplyDeleteIt's all good. It just drives my creative, poetic side.
DeleteHint for who it may be? I hate not knowing stuff.
ReplyDeleteFirst I need to figure out who anonymous is. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is greg even though I don't know you it would be cool.
DeleteWhile I appreciate you reading Greg, I think it's rather an otiose point to throw out a name which will have no meaning for you. Certainly, almost as pointless as pining after someone who'll never have any interest in me.
DeleteC'est la Vie.
I admire your ability to be bilangual speaking french. le monde ne connais pas mon secret que je cache.
ReplyDeleteMerci, Mon Ami
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