Maybe when I first felt the butterflies in my stomach,
And realized how my heart beats differently when you're near,
May I should have already confessed my feelings.
I gave you mixed signals,
Gave you false hopes,
Wished you to fall deeper,
Yet I never told you I was certain-
That you were wanted
And loved.
Maybe if I said that I love you,
Maybe we're now walking on the same path,
Holding each other's hands,
Been part of each other's dreams.
Maybe you're now mine,
And I am yours.
But I never thought
That we'd end up as strangers.
Strangers with memories,
Loved each other,
But never said it.
Maybe if I've done differently,
Maybe,
Just maybe, I should have been the girl that you're kissing now,
In front of the altar.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
