He wasn't that good of a singer,
But his voice had a melody,
The sweetness he put in words,
Made me question my reality.
It was never easy for me,
To look straight in his eyes,
He knew very well of my hesitation,
And always giggled on that.
Like a letter I won't show anyone,
Probably hide under my pillow,
He was the one I wanted to tell the world about,
And yet would hide from their gazes.
His melody, I never want to forget.
Even if we are miles apart now.
I want him to know, I still think of him.
Even if we have among us a huge wall.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
