The man that you are, a mystery true,
The mixed signals you send leave me so blue.
Those glances you keep, what do they mean?
I wonder sometimes, am I in your scene?
Why do I keep hoping for chances,
When all I give are fleeting glances?
Should I confess these feelings I hide,
Or leave myself hanging, torn inside?
I want to say what’s in my heart,
But fear of judgment keeps us apart.
Yet those signals you give haunt my night,
They linger and steal my peace from sight.
So many questions left unsaid,
Your mixed emotions mess with my head.
Do you like me, or is this a game?
I’m tired of guessing, tired of the pain.
Oh, how I wish for a clearer sign,
To know if your heart could ever meet mine.
But if silence is all you’ll ever give,
I must decide how I want to live.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
