He loved a boy, who loved him too,
That last fact he never knew.
Always too afraid to say a word
Afraid his love was too absurd.
If they'd never told him boys liked girls
Perhaps he'd let this love unfurl,
But part of him is locked up tight,
And he's so damn afraid to spite.
The other boy, who loved him too,
Believed it could never go through.
Both thinking the other wasn't the same,
Both not trusting enough to proclaim.
But keep hope, maybe one day,
Those words they'll finally say
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
