There are secrets we keep
That are very deep.
I've told you them all,
But you've dropped the ball.
I fell in love with you,
But you need to get a clue.
You don't understand
That I'm dying to hold your hand.
I want you to hold me,
And say it's meant to be.
I know I complain,
But it's from the pain.
I just am sick of crying,
And I'm tired of lying.
I made a mistake.
Now I seem fake.
Sometimes I seem like I don't care,
But honestly I was always there.
You're who I want to be with.
You're my third I'm your fifth.
The truth is you're my number one
And we have so much fun.
I wish you understood how I feel
And know that everything about us is real.
YOU ARE READING
I wish you understood
PoetryIt seems like every poem I write is about you or about us. And they all are. You're my inspiration and I'm happy I called you mine.