With time that we've spent together I've realized
I like you, though it's nice, in my eyes
I can't bear to face the truth
That I want to like liking you
I don't like liking you, I tell myself
Such an infatuation will collect dust in the shelf
Yet that book remains open and I can't help
That I want to like liking you
I'll never find myself confronting these feelings
Nor ever confess and show true meanings
Yet I lay still waiting in the gentle breeze thinking
That I want to like liking you
YOU ARE READING
Messy Memories
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems I made during quarantine. I didn't make a lot so don't expect much lol
