I'm punished with my silence.
Every member of my being cries out:
"Tell her! What are you waiting for?"
And yet I look on, smiling a sad smile.
"I love her," I say to myself.
"Maybe she is every sunrise I look forward to;
Every fast flowing river whose murmur I love."
But you can't reach the sun; you can't grasp water.
I'm soaking wet now.
My tears've left burns on my face.
I give you gifts you don't want,
but I can't keep them myself.
Romeo said:
"The one I love doesn't love me."
Yet, I love loving you!
-EPS
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What I Forgot to Say
PoetryHigh school. Nostalgia. Love. Heartache. Thrill. All are words we know, but maybe the words fail to come and describe how you feel. Let this collection of poems be those words, those feelings. These poems are supposed to make you feel something, no...
