I lied,
The odds were always in your favour,
The ball always in you court,
To hide my desperate longing,
I faked indifference,
Until I found myself,
On the tips of my toes dancing,
Just to be near to you,
But lies isn't love,
And you can't forgive what I've done.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
