Maybe I was meant to be enthralled when looking into your eyes and loose myself in your soul's desires.
But I was a fool.
Probably the best moment to confess was the night the flame first sparked in my furrowed bark layered heart. I never thought that could happened; yet, the warmth of your kindness simmered down the grey parts of my soul.
But I was arrogant.
In fact, there is always that one opportunity to show how important you are in my life. To reveal the deep scars you have let in me. By your loyalty; that I do not deserve. By your honesty; that impressed me. By your beauty that compelled your inner alluer; that I always fear to slowly raze down with my figure. But I never did.
I locked words of ellation down among the depths of my soul to spare you from the edges of the burried feelings I keep at hay. But by doing so, I fell onto the over romanticized stigma of a love that can never be requited, not for lack of reciprocation, but for lack of courage and belief on my part.
I die in despair for forgiveness for something I cannot erase. Yet, here I am. Going up against the odds, asking for you. See if such words can at least satisfy and be pleasant to hear.
Can you forgive me?
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Hidden Mysteries
PuisiPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
