Inside every tale
Of love never spoken,
There is a reality.
Another heart broken.
Behind every no
Is a definite yes,
Because it takes too much courage
To affirm and confess.
Behind every smile
Is a world full of tears,
Because the scars of first love
Have not healed in years.
What I never spoke,
There are only two:
First, you were my best friend,
And second, I loved you.
I regret my decision
To keep my love to myself
For my very priorities
Were on the back shelf.
