I was too late
I realized it too late.
And that, my friends, is something I hate.
I can't speak up
Not with vocal words at least,
So I'm stuck waiting, and hoping
That the emotions will flow from me to her.
I'm craving to have something achieved
Unrequited or not
I'm in love.
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Romance
PoetryPoetic words from a queer girl, too confused with the simple four lettered word Love
