Is it worth the pain?
Even with the gain?
These feelings I have, the thought
Of having someone who brought
Love in my life
Instead of feelings of strife
I love my friends dearly so
But I'm so afraid to let go
Can I do it?
Or will I only be hit?
By feelings of regret and pain
All because my selfish want for gain
The one I love doesn't know
That my love will only grow
With every gesture, every action
But in the end, a chain reaction
The words he speaks pull my emotion
Starting something, putting it in motion
But, I could never confess
For it would cause such a mess
Shouted words, the heated yell
All because I wanted to tell
So, I lock the emotion away
Deep in my heart, there to stay
It yearns to escape, to be free
Everytime he speaks to me
You may be asking, who is this he
I cannot tell more than he is close to me
I had hope that one day he could see
But alas, it was not meant to be
Competition on ever side
And me, I have already tried
So, I lock up these feelings of woe
And hide my face when it begins to glow
Why, must I ask
Should I bear the task?
Of being just a friend to he
Especially because of my plea
Be still my heart
If you know what's smart
Be silent my feelings of love
I'm pleading in the name of those above
Begone, the thoughts that fill my head
For you alone fill me with dread
Leave me be
For I just want him to love me for me
Not as a sister, a friend
Those labels will be my end
But no, the feeling must be kept silent
So I don't start something that's violent
I suppose I'll stay his friend for now
But how long will it be before I bow?
To these feelings of love and hope
But no, I have to cope
Goodbye my fantasy, my dream
I watched them fade with a gleam
But... How long will this last?
How long until these feelings are known to pass?
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Hey guys, Cassia here. Yeah, yeah I know. Super sappy right? I was inspired by some of my own feelings and an amazing game I play called Episode.
Anyways, it's getting late.
Until next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
