I could tell you how much I love to make you smile.
I could tell you that hearing you laugh makes my insides mush.
I could listen to talk endlessly just to hear what you have to say.
And I wish I didn't like you because it would make everything easier.
And that's what I try to tell myself, that I don't but then,
I catch myself wondering what you are doing,
Wanting just to speak with you.
And all the time I think about picking up my phone and texting you.
But I have to stop myself.
I could do a lot of things but I'm scared.
So I'll stand by and be your friend because even if it kills me
Having you there is better than not at all.
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Things Unsaid
PoetryThis story is me thinking 'out loud'. Me just trying to vent and maybe give out some advice along the way. I'm not by any means the next r.h. sin. And, hey, when you read this little book, really read it. Interpret it how you want cause while this m...
